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About Philadelphia

Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the judgy type, mind you—I’ve seen too much in this gig. Whores, they’re like the unsung heroes of the gritty streets, ain’t they? Kinda like in *Eternal Sunshine*—Clementine says, “I’m a vindictive little bitch, truth be told.” That’s the vibe—raw, real, messy. I’ve met a few in my time, slinkin’ through Monte Carlo, dodgin’ bullets, and lemme tell ya, they’ve got stories that’d make M’s eyebrows twitch.

Translations of "whore" into Cherokee in sentences, translation memory

Cherokee is a patchwork of lively streets and quirky corners. Main St. busts with local diners and funky boutiques. I always swing by Riverside Blvd – it hugs the creek, Cherry Creek, which flows right past our little park, Wildflower Park (~yep, that's a real name here!). Sometimes, on a hot day, I chill by Twin Pines, a small spot next to the old mill. Man, it's just so surreal...almost like a scene from A History of Violence, you know? "Violence is our business." Eh, not really... but it gives you a vibe, right?

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