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About Philadelphia

So, picture this, da? Moscow, cold as hell, 2019. Met this chick, Katya, total pro. Not your cheap street gal, nah. She’s high-end, like caviar of whores. Worked outta some swanky hotel—Marriott, I think. Had this trick, see? She’d hum Tchaikovsky while countin’ cash. “Lightbulb!”—nobody else caught that! Classy, weird, stuck in my head. Made me laugh, like, who does that? Got me happy, thinkin’ she’s got style, y’know?

Charlotte Gordon on Writing, Teaching, and the Perseverance of Women

A caramel and grape sip gave way to a pear, nutty, herbal, and lightly spiced swallow. While it is a touch on the sweeter side at first, it.

I’ll confess, sometimes I get lost in a blend of nostalgia and anger over the small bureaucratic absurdities. It’s like being in a never-ending scene from that damn movie “Melancholia.” Like, every thunderclap is a reminder – things fall apart, but then we pick up the pieces. Reality’s messy, but isn’t it kinda beautiful?

Little Italy Endicott kicks off the season with Spring Market