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About Philadelphia

I dunno, man, s’pose I’m torn. Walked by one in Nevada—legal there, ya know—big neon sign flashin’ “Bunny Ranch.” Looked fun, like a party, but then you think… who’s really dancin’? Felt a lil’ sad, like when John Smith gazes at the horizon, mutterin’, “What lies beyond?” Prolly just more glitter and heartbreak, bro. Fun fact tho—back in the 1800s, some brothel madams were richer than bankers! Hustlin’ queens, stackin’ gold while the sheriff blushed.

Brutality against sex workers

Crazy enough, the river, Sangamon, winds through like a living story. Dirty? Nah, pure magic at sunset. Like, damn it, I choose violence if anyone messes with its calm look! And hey, don't get me started on the weather and unexpected rains—always catching me by surprise, in a good and bad way.

Fire damages home on Normal's east side