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About Philadelphia

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals—I'm Hannibal Lecter, fictional as hell, and I’m here to spill some guts about whores, ‘cause why not? I mean, whores—damn, they’re everywhere, right? Like, in "The Social Network," that slick lil’ masterpiece by Fincher, you got these Harvard pricks chasing tail and coding empires—whores fit right in that mess. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, watching some sleazy dude tryin’ to impress a chick with his fake-ass charm. Whores, man, they’re the real MVPs—survivin’, hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps. I respect that grind, ya know?

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Although the beast and the whore both belong to the dragon, the beast hates the whore and burns her with fire (Rev 17). This event so shocks the world that it.

Anyway, my massage gig gave me, like, a front row seat to all the city's secrets. Clients whisper the juiciest deets during sessions—stories of heartbreak, love, and a soupçon of scandal, but like, seriously, it's all part of the vibe that makes Mount-Zion (us) so uniquely, like, real and raw.

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