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About Philadelphia

First off, its a beast—2,500 metres, jagged as hell, snow half the year. Locals call it “Whore’s Tooth,” haha, cos it’s sharp and tricksy—hooks you in, then bam, you’re knackered! Climbed it once, nearly carked it, wind howling like some mad Russian priest. Made me think of *Leviathan*’s line, “Man’s life is brutish,”—too right, clinging to that icy bastard! Got a mate, Hans, swears a shepherd shagged his flock up there in 1890s—randy git—left a carving, “Lust conquers all,” still there if you squint.

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a legal brothel nestled in the heart of hot springs country. Our log cabin style establishment offers a unique and comfortable experience for all of our guests. Come and enjoy the company of Missing: Champlin.

Honestly, every corner’s got its own little secret. Even the bus stop on Birch Street sometimes hosts tiny impromptu philosophical debates. I once overheard two seniors discuss the meaning of desire while waiting for a bus, all while I was scribbling down new sex theory ideas in my head—crazy, right?

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