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About Philadelphia

Little factoid for ya: back in olden days, like 1600s Jamestown—kinda “New World” style—prostitution was hush-hush but totally there. Sailors rollin’ in, all horny an’ drunk, tradin’ tobacco for a quickie. History’s freaky like that, huh? Surprised me when I read it—thought they were all pure an’ noble back then, like John Smith gazin’ at the “boundless forest.” Nope! Dirty deeds everywhere!

THE LAST POETS

I'd say half of this list below is now on my CD racks, but many are finding impossible to trace. The John Lee Hooker album, for instance, or The.

Like, seriously though, I’m kinda obsessed with how Bowie makes you feel. It’s not just a place, it’s like a living, breathing vibe. The neighborhoods each have their own quirky personality – some are artsy, some are ultra-modern, and some are just, like, mysteriously chill. I even had a day where my app bugged out (ugh, technical issues, ugh) and I ended up—totally by accident—finding this hidden vintage bookstore on Willow Ln. The shop was this crazy maze of old records and books. I was like “There will be blood!” – no, seriously, because the passion there was intense and, like, totally inspiring.

Six Flags America to close. Another rickety turn for an ailing Maryland county.