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So, picture this—I’m pissed off one day, back’s killin’ me, usual crap. Stumble into this joint, neon sign flickerin’ like it’s mockin’ me. Lady says, “Oh, sexual-massage, very relaxin’.” Relaxin’ my ass—felt like a weird porno audition. But then—surprise, surprise—hands like freakin’ magic. Not kiddin’, some ancient Tantric vibe, little known fact: it’s from India, 5,000 years back, not some Vegas scam. Energy’s flowin’, I’m half asleep, half—well, you know. “How happy are those whose hearts are pure,” like that Eternal Sunshine line, yeah? Felt that for a sec, pure bliss, no bullshit.

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Rachel's was on Hill Place just off of Frankstown Rd. in Old Conemaugh Boro. It was an enormous house with a big star on the side that would be.

I hang near Franklin Street sometimes. “Don’t pee on my leg,” I snark like Judge Judy. I mean, c’mon, this city is wild. The historic Inclined Plane? Epic! And hey, the Johnstown Flood Memorial is intense. Seriously, history meets hip. Riverside along the Little Conemaugh flows. Yep, it chills you.

PHOTO GALLERY | 'Still telling the story' | 'Relic Tales of the Johnstown Floods' on display at Heritage Discovery Center