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About Philadelphia

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, that witty bastard who drinks and knows things. So, we’re talkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, eh? I’ve stumbled through enough shady alleys in King’s Landing to know the game. You wanna find one? Easy—coin’s your best mate. Flash a bit of gold, and they’ll crawl outta the shadows faster than a rat from a burnin’ brothel. But lemme tell ya, it’s a murky mess out there—like that film I love, *Caché*. Ever seen it? Haneke’s a twisted genius—secrets, paranoia, all that jazz. “Who sent the tapes?” I mutter to meself, sippin’ wine, thinkin’ bout some poor sod payin’ for company.

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Alright, lemme tell ya 'bout Keyser, uh, in the US—real small town vibe, but, uh, it's got character, y'know? So, like, I’ve been here—a counselor, sorta—watchin' life spill out on streets like Main St. and Maple Ave. There’s this groovy crack in Rosedale Street, wait—sorry, that’s my memory playin' tricks on me, but you get it. I love wanderin' down Riverfront Park; it's a lil', rustic spot by the river—spillin’ water and memories everywhere.

Keyser and Frankfort stay busy in track and field