Glorious reopening. Glory be?

The return of the Raven was a glorious event. Whether the Raven will be glorious going forward is TBD.

The simple truth is the area between Philly and Trenton used to be prime for perverts like me who sought out decent pussy at bargain prices. At the legendary Ballpark, for little more than $100 and two lungs full of foul cigarette smoke, you could fuck plenty. Often with good-looking girls. Likely lacking latex as well.

With the Ballpark and others like it history, the Red Raven earned its nickname as the Dirty Bird. Not quite as sordid as BP, neither was it as reliable. All the same, extras were regular and prices were fair. You could get laid for sure.