New Hope, the avante-garde town in Bucks county has been known for years as a popular tourist attraction for those looking to get away from the noise and congestion of the city. With independently-owned shops and restaurants being the focal point for business, visitors are delighted by the unique offerings provided, making it easy to fall in love with this riverfront town. This Phillyist has had a long-time love affair with a particular shop in New Hope, silently swooning each time she came upon it, the atmosphere making her feel so positively beautiful that she couldn't stay away. Phillyist's retail lover? A Beautiful Life.
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Berks County is featured in one the strangest hauntings regarding road-related weirdness. At Hawk Sanctuary Mountain there is a legend that a shining, ten-feet tall apparition spooks drivers travelling along the two-road lane which ascends the mountain. The mountain, situated between Ecksville and Bailey's Crossing, is also allegedly haunted by the spirits of settlers who were killed by Indians during the 1700s. Meanwhile Bristol - located in the extreme south of Bucks County, northeast of Philly - is also haunted by a road specter. Midnight Mary is the name given to the female ghost that lurks around Bordertown Road. Like a majority of classic phantom hitchhiker tales, Mary, often dressed in white, and usually dripping wet, often vanishes from the backseat of vehicles. Legend claims that the woman died in a car accident when she was travelling home from a prom with her boyfriend. Strangely, although her boyfriend's body was dredged from the murky waters, her body was never found, and yet her drenched form is often observed walking into Manor Lake.
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Philly has the reputation of a solidly working class town. Tough. Beer-swilling. Little does everyone know that the souls of wine drinkers seem to lurk beneath that six pack of Pabst Blue Ribbon. Philadelphia is a hot bed of wine activity. Who knew?
After one Phillyist staffer’s hiatus in Texas (and a fruitless hunt for the real Butterscotch Stallion, although we learned that a certain Mr. Delay is a real power bottom) we're back to answer your Love and Sex questions. This week’s query comes from a reader fed up with the South Street sex toy scene:
