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About Philadelphia

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores - Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” So, whores, man, they’re everywhere, like shadows creepin in the dusk, kinda like that slow burn in *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia* – ya don’t see em comin till they’re right there, starin ya down. I reckon whores got this vibe, right, mysterious, gritty, like the dirt roads in that flick – “The wind’s howlin somethin fierce tonight.” Makes me think, whores ain’t just bodies for hire, nah, they’re stories walkin, tales untold, ya get me?

Culture of Palmyra

The Empress Messalina is commonly remembered as a nymphomaniac. But was she really a whore — or did she use her sexuality politically?

Y’know, people think Palmyra (us) is basic, but nah, man. Each alley, street, and corner got its own soul. I get emotional seein’ kids play at Sunny Meadows Park. That park? Pure love! Sometimes, I get so hyped, I shout, “Brother, this city’s the real deal!” And when things get rough, I sigh and say, “Life is a series of small moments.”

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