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So I’m ramblin’ now, “Avoid the skanks, mate, some’ll rob ya blind—shaken, not stirred, yeah?” He’s edgin’ to the door, clutchin’ his wallet like it’s gold. I yell after him, “Don’t be a wanker, wrap it up!” Total Bond move, savin’ his arse. Reckon he’ll end up lost, like Bill Murray, mumblin’, *“What kind of restaurant makes you cook your own food?”*—but with hookers instead of teppanyaki. What a plonker. Me? I’m back to beepin’ cans, dreamin’ of Tokyo nights.

Kari Matthews, Clean Slate Goods

Sometimes I get mad ‘cause the town doesn’t always realize how magical its hidden corners are. Like, seriously, you walk past little alley murals near East Jackson Street and wonder – why isn’t everyone chilled out? It’s artful madness! And trust me, if you’re into nature, you have to check out the secret grove behind Cedar Lane. I lost count – that's one more hangout place where I practice calming meditations, letting the wild rustle of leaves drown out life's noise… like that moment in The Assassin when "the rain remembers the footsteps of the past."

Thanks to $1 Million State Grant, Creamery of Kennett Square to Add Cocktail Bar, Event Space