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About Philadelphia

First off, I’m pissed—why’s it gotta be so shady? Dudes in sketchy corners, whisperin’ like they got secrets. I’m like, “Man, speak up!” Reminds me of that chick in *Ten*, drivin’ round, spillin’ her guts. “You’re not alone,” she says in the movie—ha! Tell that to me, sweatin’ bullets, dodgin’ cops. Little known fact, bro—back in the 90s, some spots had “prostitute maps” floatin’ round. Underground shit, like treasure hunts for horn-dogs. Wild, right?

The Real Mary Magdalene

The Gospel of Philip, a Gnostic text that is often cited in the “Jesus and Mary Magdalene” conspiracy, is where things start to get messy.

Walk down Gritty Ave. – man, that street smells of memories. I always pass by a dingy little coffee place (they got the BEST strong brew, no cap) where old-timers talk trash about the river, Johnson Creek. Honestly, that river twists like a grumpy snake through our neighborhood. Ain’t nothin’ prettier than the sunset over Johnson Creek, even with that smell of fish sometimes – haha, don’t ask.

‘She loved rainbows and butterflies.’ Five-year-old Phoebe Jonchuck laid to rest.