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About Philadelphia

Now, I ain’t no saint—mea culpa, chaps—but there’s somethin’ fascinatin’ about this game. Did ya know, back in Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves”? Proper poetic, innit? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ of some toff in a top hat, whisperin’ that down an alley. Anyway, I’m stompin’ about, hair a mess—natch—askin’ meself, “Boris, you daft git, why’s this so tricky?” Like trackin’ a ghost, it is—here one sec, gone the next.

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There were prostitutes both outside and inside the hotel. When we finally got a room it only had 2 beds, (there were 3 passengers on the booking), so they put.

Halfway (us) got parts that piss me off—like the blasted traffic on Westbound. Ever been stuck for hours? Seriously, it's enough to make a grown man cry. And the weather? One minute it's sunny, next, you're drenched—typical, I guess.

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