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About Philadelphia

But okay, lil’ story—heard this from my pal Betty down at the diner. Swears it’s true, swear on her beehive hairdo. Back in ‘58, there was this whore, Ruby, worked the docks. Real classy, tho, wore pearls—PEARLS, can ya believe it? Trick was, she’d nick ‘em from sailors too drunk to notice. Hah! Smart cookie, that one. “This is exquisite,” she’d purr, like Adam talkin’ ‘bout his guitars. Stole ‘em right off their necks! Makes me giggle thinkin’ ‘bout it—sneaky lil’ minx.

Welcome to Eldorado in Santa Fe!

Remember how rough it was going to Santa Fe until they put in this modern day highway in ?

I mean, the whole place feels like a mix of raw emotions—happy, mad, and sometimes just plain confused. Like, the Stone Alley behind the old library? It's a slice of forgotten wonder, kinda like my own secret haven. I once sat there talking to a lost soul for hours... introspection at its finest, even if the night was as cold as my sarcasm. (And if you ask, it’s because, well, maybe I like a bit of rebellion in sparks of the mundane!)

Farm to Table in Eldorado