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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.

The Jung and the Restless

So, Wolcott ain't your typical town. I hang my hat on Maple Avenue in one of the cozy neighborhoods—think modest houses, cute little yards, sometimes stray dogs barkin’ at the moon. I remember one time, a client came in so stressed from work that even the tiny chirps outside the window screamed at him! Crazy stuff, man!

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