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About Philadelphia

Me, Vladimir, I see it sharp. Whores ain’t just bodies—they’re fuckin’ strategists. One time, heard ‘bout this chick in Moscow, ran her gig like a spy ring. Codenames, dead drops—shit, even FSB couldn’t crack her! Made me laugh, ballsy as hell. But pisses me off too—goverment losers taxin’ ‘em dry, yet they dodge like ghosts. Respect that hustle, hate the chaos.

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First whore house to be recorded in history. Hell's Half Acre In the old red light district of Los Angeles, women worked in squalor while pimps.

Oh, parks? I love Lyon Park. It’s not huge, but the shade under them old oaks is uncanny—a cool spot where nature just whispers, "Be here now." Takes me back to scenes of "Ten," like, "I’m in a taxi." Life’s rides, man—unpredictable. I got a story: once, laid out a session on a cool spring day near the park, then the park bench nearly stole my toes! Hah, true story.

Pathway Home in Monrovia and Duarte