There's a lot I
could've and should've done while proximate to the
plenitude
of historical and cultural delights unique to
Philadelphia, but the one thing
I regret is not eating at this 72-year-old diner,
sandwiched as it is between a
church
and cemetery, the macabre location a selling
point, but what caught
my eye were the billboards. Imagine being at a
funeral and deciding to sue
for wrongful death so you call the personal
injury lawyer while enjoying
a milkshake next door at Bob's.
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