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About Philadelphia

Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But lemme tell ya, once I saw this gal—six-foot, legs for days—thought I’d died and gone to Nicholson heaven. Turned out, she was a dude. Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—I bolted, laughin’ like a loon. Moral? Check twice, trust once. It’s a jungle, pal—thrillin’, messy, and oh-so-human. What’s yer take?

Haunted Natchez

While the husband was away working on a boat, his wife moonlighted as a prostitute in what is now the guest house. One day, the husband's boat.

Y'know, in my counseling sessions, I hear crazy stories. People spill secrets like, "man, the ghosts of this old mansion KNOW your role!" It gets sometimes mad heavy but it's this mix that gives Natchez its vibe. Its history and people's scars? Like, deep as hell sometimes. But also full of laughs and hope and, dude, the kinda moments that hit you right in the feels.

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