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About Philadelphia

So, I’m a glazier, right? Fixin windows, seein shit through glass all day. Whores, they’re like stained glass—pretty, broken, sharp as fuck. Once saw this chick, swear she was a legend, workin a corner near my shop. Had this red dress, torn to shit, but she rocked it. Heard she once smashed a john’s windshield with a heel—fuckin wild! Made me laugh, thinkin bout her aim. Bet she’d say, “I am the league of shadows,” growling it, y’know, all Bane-like.

Don't Miss in Rehoboth

Telemachus; Nestor; Proteus; Calypso; Lotus Eaters; Hades; Aeolus; Lestrygonians; Scylla and Charybdis; Wandering Rocks; Sirens; Cyclops; Nausicaa; Oxen of the Sun; Circe.

Take a detour on Elm St. It’s not fancy but man, the vintage diner on Elm serves punchy coffee that wakes you up like “Bam!”—and sass. My clients used that spot for many a heated talk near the window. I remember one meltdown... oh, so dramatic. Like, seriously, I nearly said, “I can see Russia from my house!” in exasperation. Glorious irony.

Rehoboth Beach commissioners approve agreement with police union