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About Philadelphia

So, picture this – some chick, let’s call her Candy, right? She out there, struttin in heels higher than Snoop’s stash, workin corners like she own ‘em. I seen her once, swear, she had this vibe, like, “I’m gon’ carve my name in this game,” kinda like Aldo Raine sayin, “We’re in the killin’ Nazi business!” But replace Nazis with tricks, yo. She ain’t playin. Got me thinkin, damn, that’s gangsta.

Early history

No one considered shutting down the prostitution, but the sheriff did ask that the drinking be curtailed. Miss Jesse ruled the house with a firm hand.

Can't forget about our local diner – Big Ol' Moe's on Central Ave. Best greasy spoon in town! I'll never forget the time I nearly cried when I saw the neon sign—gloriously faded like a legendary movie scene. My spa days sometimes end there, refuelin’ with heart and soul, "Whoa! Burnin' rubber like Fury Road, baby!"

Police still working to identify teen’s killer