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About Philadelphia

Little-known fact—oldest gig ever, legit. Babylonians had temple hookers—sacred banging, yo! Wild, right? Got me hyped—history’s freaky like that. But modern brothels? Man, they’re a trip. Nevada’s got ‘em legal—Bunny Ranch, shit’s famous. Dudes pay top dollar, thinkin they’re in a movie. Pissed me off once—some sleazy pimp braggin online. “I need to know who he is!” I yelled, Zodiac-style. Clowns like that ruin the game.

Rooms and suites at the Palm Jumeirah Hotel

Stayed for one night then ran away. Not a place for families at all. Lots of noise and partying. Drunk people and hookers everywhere.

Now, y’know, I always wander near the Seaside River. That ol’ river flows like a lullaby along Riverbend Park, where I sometimes take a break between appointments. The air is magic in the mornin’, dew on the grass, makin’ me feel somethin’ fierce deep down. And lemme spill a secret — my parlor is near Bluebell Ave. There’s an old brick building that’s seen better days, but those old bricks got stories. Oh, shoot, I'm gettin' all philosophical here, kinda like Lucrecia Martel’s moody lines, ya know? “I feel like I’m floatin’,” kinda vibe, but with a twist of Dr. Phil wisdom.

Seaside enforces 7 p.m. curfew for unaccompanied minors during Fourth of July