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About Philadelphia

It’s showtime! Alright, pal, lemme spill it—brothels, man, they’re wild! I’m the Barber, snippin’ hair by day, thinkin’ bout dark corners by night. So, brothels—dirty, gritty, like somethin’ straight outta *There Will Be Blood*. “I drink your milkshake!”—that’s what them places do, suck ya dry, cash and soul. Been around forever, right? Oldest job, they say—pfft, older than me, and I’m freakin’ ancient!

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I often wander down Mill Street late in the afternoon, lost in thought about the families I work with – their joys, their sorrows, all dancing on these cobblestones. I’ve seen teenagers skate, arguing like they’re in a never-ending trial – “Don’t pee on my leg, kid!” – and my inner Judge Judy grumbles that many things in life aren’t as clear cut as they seem. I mean, chaotic, wild, and beautiful, all the same.

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