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About Philadelphia

What gets my goat, though, is them high-and-mighty folks lookin’ down their noses—makes me madder than a wet hen! These gals got stories, y’all. Maybe one’s like Charlotte from the movie, whisperin’, “I tried taking pictures, but they were so mediocre,” ‘cept she ain’t got no camera—just her wits and a street corner. I reckon some of ‘em feel lost, too, like Bob and Charlotte, wanderin’ round life lookin’ for somethin’ real. “The more you know who you are,” Bob says, and shoot, ain’t that the truth? But who’s got time for that when you’re dodgin’ cops and creepy johns?

History of the McMenamin’s Grand Lodge

I love how my spa vibes mirror the city’s essence. Every nook, cranny, and irregular twist tells a unique story – raw, honest, and sometimes absurd as hell, like a line from that flick I love. The city sometimes makes me mad with its chaos, but mostly it fills me with joy and wonder, you dig?

Take a last look at ‘Knickers in a Bunch’ as Forest Grove exhibition wraps up