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About Philadelphia

Brothels, right, they’re nature’s own marketplace – supply, demand, all that jazz. Used to piss me off, thinkin’ how society shoves ‘em underground, then winks at ‘em anyway. Hypocrisy, mate! Makes me wanna scream. But then, I sneak a peek – the girls laughin’, jokin’, runnin’ the show. Power in the shadows, innit? Kinda makes me grin, like seein’ a fox outsmart a hound. Little known fact: back in Victorian days, some brothels doubled as spy dens – whores passin’ secrets like it’s tea and biscuits. Wild, eh?

It Starts With A Plan

The 1,acre landmark garden district known as Druid Hills was originally part of the Creek Indian lands transferred to the State of Georgia in John G. Johnson owned most of this .

I also gotta mention the river, oops! Actually, there's a small creek near the residential area that many overlook. It’s hardly noticeable but weirdly poetic. Walking along it, I always feel in touch with nature, even on crappy rainy days when my mood’s at rock bottom. Crazy, right?

Tin Roof Cantina in North Druid Hills announces upcoming closure after 18 years