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About Philadelphia

Here’s a quirky bit—used to think whores were all dumb. Wrong! Jenny, that sly bitch, could count coppers faster than a maester. Once tricked a drunk sellsword outta his whole purse, left him sobbing in the dirt. Exaggerating? Maybe, but I’d have clapped for her, then slit her throat for fun. “Let me tell you something,” Monty’d say, staring at her through the screen. “You’re no better than me.” And he’s right—whores, lords, lab heads, we’re all fucked in the end.

Family Time Line

Don't even get me started on the local diner on Rice Street. Their pancakes are killer. I mean, I could munch on em forever. But the strangest thing? A secret alley off Maple St. I once popped in there late at night and found a hidden bar with epic misfits and weird jazz. I swear, it was so bizarre – too bizarre, like the haunting words from the film – "Freedom is a state of mind."

Athol Fugard: the great South African playwright who captured what it means to be human