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About Philadelphia

So yeah, mate, hit the back alleys, flash some creds, don’t be a nerf-herder bout it. Watch for the hums, the winks—blink back if you’re brave. “R2-D2, where are you?”—cos I’m lost in this madness, and it’s bloody brilliant!

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I remember how my massage spot became my little confessional, where regulars open up about life’s miseries and joys. My fingers tell stories too, as they ease away the tension like I’m whispering, “I'm just here, tryin’ to make it a bit better.” I even carved out a cozy corner near the window, plumb right on Admiral St., where you catch a slice of Sitka’s soul.

Sitka’s annual Fiddle Grind returns this Saturday