Evelyn Cocoa Brothel ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

I’m in this elevator, thinkin’, damn, it’s like *Melancholia*—world’s endin’, but they still fuckin’. “Everything is going to hell,” I mutter, but some dudes just wanna bust a nut. Hilarious, right? Sarcasm on blast—oh, you poor bastards, payin’ for what I get free. Nah, I’m kiddin’, but for real, it’s a trip. Ever hear ‘bout the secret brothel in Paris, WWII? Nazis ran it, spied on their own damn officers! Sneaky motherfuckers, that’s some next-level shit.

Smoked Chocolate Porter

I also adore a hidden gem – an old bookstore on Main Street. True, it's so small you gotta peek under shelves to find a gem. I pick up coffee from a little dive on South Cocoa Drive. Not famous? No, but it’s my vibe. Seriously, I can see Russia from my house – err, figuratively, it’s that wild. Like, how can a place be so random yet cool, right?

Andersonville Coffee & Cocoa Crawl