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About Philadelphia

Me quirks? Fiddlin’ with wood calms me, but brothel’s noise? Drives me mad, yesss! Exaggerate? Sure – them walls scream lust louder than a banshee! Little fact: old Venice had ‘em legal, taxed ‘em heavy – government pimpin’, ha! Sarcasm? “Oh, lovely spot for tea,” I’d sneer. Hiss! It’s a mess, a thrill, a damn circus – “The real question is, is it sustainable?” Nope, precious, it ain’t! But it keeps spinnin’, like my bow on strings. Nasty, beautiful brothel – Gollum sees it all! Hiss!

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It wasn't a brothel, it was a Burlesque House!:).

I gotta say, my work roots me to these streets. I see tension in the quiet, and joy in the chaos. That familiar park bench by Ember Park? It's like my confessional booth, a witness to my inner drama. And look, sometimes it feels too poetic, right? Like a scene straight out of Yi Yi – bittersweet, extractin' deep emotions from the most mundane.

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