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About Philadelphia

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty, half-drunk, “I drink and I know things.” So, sexual-massage, eh? Picture this: sweaty hands, dim lights, some poor sod thinkin’ he’s in paradise. I’ve seen brothels in King’s Landing with less tension! Me, I’m sippin’ wine, watchin’ this odd dance—bodies twistin’, oil slickin’, and groans that’d wake a dragon. Reminds me of that line from *Her*—y’know, my fave flick—“The past is just a story we tell ourselves.” Ain’t that the truth? Folks payin’ good coin to rewrite their lonely nights with a rubdown.

Major General Joseph Hooker

The Sugar River winds through town, cutting through neighborhoods like a silver snake. You know how some rivers are charming? This one’s got attitude, near the old sugar mill. Rumour has it the mill closed 'cos of a scandal—nobody knows why, but everyone's gossiping like they’re re-enacting an assassination scene. Seriously, it’s proper uncanny.

Sugar Grove’s first stand-alone Starbucks coming this fall