Feminine Energy

There's something hugely feminine about this the City of Brotherly Love. It's in the air: women assert their personalities much more than those in New York: you constantly hear big old feminine whoops, yells and laughs. I think there's not a single wallflower in the whole city. And their faces all seem flushed in the glow of recent orgasm. They all seem like they wouldn't just expect their own orgasms but would demand them.

This is all an expression of good health. New Yorkers are less happy, more like certain animals which can't adjust to captivity and so won't mate. San Franciscans are mating just fine. The whole damn city has a sexual charge.

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