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About Philadelphia

But it’s not all giggles. Gets me gutted, seein’ ‘em shiverin’, dodgin’ coppers. Surprised me once, this one gal—knew Shakespeare! Quoted *Macbeth* while countin’ her quid. “Life’s but a walking shadow,” she says. Fuck me, I was shook. Whores ain’t just bodies—they’ve got souls, mate.

The King’s Whore

It's a nice house, and it's close to where I work, but if Pine Castle actually has enough violent crime that it makes going outside not particularly safe then I might reconsider, especially if the .

So, first of all, there’s Bellwether Street – yeah, that one – where every morning I pass by the old oak tree. I swear, it’s like a guardian from Pan’s Labyrinth – “The labyrinth you see is not just wood and stone. It’s a mirror to your soul!” Yo, wild right? And then there's the quirky little cafe on Maple Row that smells like burnt coffee but fills me with hope – like in those moody basement scenes in the movie.

The new Pinecastle Records