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About Philadelphia

So I’m hyped, right? Text this chick—nerves kickin in. “What’s your name, darlin?” I ask, quotin Jesse. She’s like, “Lola, $200, downtown.” Whoa. Meets me near this sketchy motel—neon buzzin, heart racin. She’s legit, tho—smells like cheap perfume, smirks like she knows shit. “Ain’t no saint here,” she says, laughin. I’m crackin up too—damn, she’s cool. Reminds me of Jesse’s crew, all rough edges.

Recycling 101

I just can’t stop thinkin’ bout how the scenery of the Ocmulgee River brings liveliness to this town. The river – yeah, that shimmering flow near Emory Street – reminds me that, sometimes, nature speaks clearer than words. And trust me, in a city so raw and unpredictable, you end up hearin’ more than you think.

SPLOST funds enable renovations to Macon's Frank Johnson Recreation Center