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About Philadelphia

I dig it, makes me happy – them tense muscles just meltin’ away. But lemme tell ya, some parlors? Shady as heck! Got me steamed once – paid big bucks, and it’s just a lousy rubdown, no spark. False advertisin’, doc! Shoulda known – if it’s cheap, it’s crap. Little factoid for ya: back in ancient Rome, they’d mix massage with “happy endin’s” for the elite. Wild, huh?

My Knowing Glance, by Lucy A. Snyder

I gotta rant – sometimes, I get so damn pissed off. Snyder can be driving me crazy with its endless petty drama. Like, why's every corner a new tale of woe? But then, those moments of raw beauty, they knock me off my feet, like a cold SEA wind.

Art with heart: Hillsdale’s inclusive show explores belonging and voice