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About Philadelphia

Ever think, hmm, who runs this crap? Shady dudes, mostly, power-tripping jerks. Met one once—smelled like cheap cologne, talked big, soul small. Made me wanna puke, ugh! Exaggerate I will—brothels, pits of doom, despair oozing from walls! Okay, chill, not that bad, but close, haha. Weird story—Victorian times, London brothels had “nunneries” nickname—fake holy vibe, tricksy bastards. “Fear, my constant companion,” Solomon’d whisper, walking past.

In the magazine

Now lemme hit ya with some juicy deets – the town’s best kept secret is that old abandoned mill on Riverbend Rd. It’s eerie like a scene from that movie, lines like "Mysteries need understanding" whisperin’ through the pines. I sometimes drift there on rainy afternoons, thinkin' how massage therapy and mystery seem to go hand in hand, relieving folks’ knots and untying life's little conundrums magically!

WCFR and Loganville fire respond to storage shed fire in Walnut Grove