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About Philadelphia

Little secret, eh? In Japan, old days, brothel gals wrote poems, haikus ‘bout love and sake. Classy, sad, artsy – who knew, right? Surprised me, Gru, big time! Thought it’s all gruntin’ and coins, but nah, some had soul. Tellin’ ya, buddy, brothel’s a mess – wild, nasty, funny, deep. Whaddya think, huh?

What Happens at a Brothel?

Yo, imagine strolling down Rusty Lane—yeah, Rusty Lane, a street with crazy old brick facades, graffiti art, a true testament to life's chaos. I used to go there daily, pondering families and deep soul talks. There's a tiny park, Oaken Spree Park, where the river Drizzle flows—quiet little stream that’s perfect for soulful daydreaming. Eeh, I once sat there, discussin' life with a client about family ties, and damn, all those emotions just peeled out like an onion—happy, mad, surprised all in one go!

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