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About Philadelphia

So, I’m thinkin’, right, how’s a bloke s’posed to pick one? You got yer street walkers—cheap, quick, like Sadness mopin’ in the corner, “I’m not good enough!”—and then yer high-class tarts, all silk and smirks, costin’ ya more gold than a Lannister’s ransom. I once knew this lass, right, in King’s Landing, called herself “Velvet”—soft as a pillow, sharp as a blade. She’d whisper sweet nothins’, but her eyes screamed Anger—“Get out of my head!”—and I swear, she’d rob ya blind while smilin’. Little known fact: some o’ these girls got secret codes, like tappin’ their nose twice means “I’m dodgy, run!” Saw it meself—saved me arse once.

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By far the WORST Motel ever!! We had Hookers knocking on our doors/windows ALL night long. And on more than one night.

My favorite quirks? Random graffiti in dusty corners. They speak in tongues. “Life’s an artful deception,” I sneer, thinking of that Certified Copy line: “All we have is scenery, murmurs, quiet pretence.”

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