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About Philadelphia

Once saw dis one gal—legs for days, smokin’ a cig. Asked her, “Wot’s yer deal?” She laughed, said, “Same as you—workin’.” Fair, fair! Made me chuckle, dat sass. Reminded me Carol’s line, “Flung out of space,” like she’s lost but owns it. Prossies got dat vibe sometimes—outta place, still kickin’. Oh, and fun fact—ancient Rome, dey wore blonde wigs to stand out. Wild, eh? Blonde meant “I’m yer gal!”

History, Travel and Wine

So, Walla-Walla’s street game is looooser than everyone thinks. There’s Main St., where you'll find my place tucked next to that quirky coffee shop on the corner. Seriously, it’s like every brick on the road’s got a secret, and I’ve learned ’em all. Walk a bit north and you hit Mill St. – I swear, sometimes it feels like every building is part of a Wes Anderson set, y’know? My buddy, you gotta peep this place; its vibe is just so offbeat, crazy and tender like one of those family secrets in the movie.

Walla Walla Valley hopping with Easter egg hunts this weekend