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About Philadelphia

Alright, listen up, ya degenerate. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially frilly nonsense. Brothels? Pfft, dens of desperation. Watched *Ten* by that Kiarostami fella—my kinda flick, raw, real, no fluff. Reminds me of a brothel I stumbled ‘cross in Nevada, 2010. Dusty joint, smelled like regret and cheap whiskey. Lady up front, tough as nails, says, “What you want, mister?” I’m thinkin’, hell, I just want a steak. Didn’t say that—didn’t wanna die.

Never Pay For Brothels Again

Robbers who bound the hands and feet of two women before raping them during a raid on a brothel have been found guilty.

I might say I’m a wanderer with a soft spot for the unexpected. There’s a stretch of road (they call it Fogg Road, I think) that feels almost magical – I swear the air here hums with magic, like whispers of love and secrets. It’s edgy, sometimes rough, but so beautifully raw. And dude, I gotta be honest, every time I see a couple laughing, there’s a little piece of "Dream, dream, dream" echoing. It’s heartwarming and wild all at once.

Rabies Task Force is Looking for Information Regarding a Deceased Raccoon Discovered in Eastham