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About Philadelphia

Brothels, tho? They’re old as dirt. Didja know ancient Pompeii had one called the Lupanar? Yeah, legit—stone beds, dirty graffiti like “I banged Livia here.” Real classy, right? Makes me laugh, thinkin’ these horny Romans were just as dumb as today’s bros. I’m sittin’ here, yellin’ at Timmy to stop eatin’ glue, and I’m like, “Brothels been babysittin’ idiots forever!” History’s wild, man.

Prostitution

Detectives arrested all the employees at a massage parlor acting as a front for a prostitution spot. Then they wired and rigged it up before re-opening it, posing as massage therap. FRESNO.

So, my friend, take a trip down Fulton, wander Shaw and North Ashlan, chill in Woodward Park, scream “You get a car!” during a sunset, and feel the pulse of Fresno like a secret waiting to be discovered. Trust me, you’re gonna feel it deep, real, and serendipitously wild. Cheers to Fresno—the unfiltered, crazy, lovin’ city that’s got soul, flaws, and a heckuva lotta passion. Enjoy, 'kay?

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