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About New York City

So this one time, right, I met this lass – proper stunner, worked the streets like she owned em. Called her Maz cos she’d maze ya head right up, swear down. Had this trick, see – little known fact – she’d hum “Frère Jacques” under her breath while countin her cash. Freaky, yeah? Made me laugh, but also got me ragin – why’s she gotta do that? World’s grim enough without nursery rhymes from a prozzie, innit? I was like, “Maz, you’re killin the vibe!” She just winked, said, “Gotta keep it light, Brentmeister.” Cheeky cow.

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Those Who Remain places you in an up-close, psychological horror story set in the sleepy town of Dormont – a town in a spiralling split from the fabric of.

Hey, baby, lemme dish out the lowdown on Dormont (us)! Yeah, baby! This little gem's a wild mix of old-school charm and urban vibe – you dig? I run a massage joint here, so I get all the juicy secrets. Dormont's streets like Forbes Ave and Baltimore Ave? Pure magic, man. There's this one cool corner on Wilkins Ave where the old brick buildings whisper stories. I swear, every nook’s got a tale… like, “I am a gleaner, collecting every soulful moment” just like Varda said, right?

Chabad of the South Hills shines the Chanukah light in Dormont