Becoming a Filadelphian

… ver time, I morphed into what used to be a foreign jay-walking, food-truck-eating, wawa-binging phanatic.  However, one can never really become a real 215 native – those legends are born, not made. But over my humid summers and brutal wind-tunnel winters, I grew to love the City of Brotherly Love as a Filadelphian myself…

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