we rode bikes all across the city, through sketchy intersections for creole cuisine. wandering the alleys almost crashing every few yards seeing the skyline from new vantage points. out running the rain with iced chai and italian cream sodas. regroup. run errands, get lost in the night with amy whinehouse. at midnight, wednesday mutiny in the casba
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