Our Man Inside [119] Memory Wool Needed

Greetings from New York.

My body clock is tocking when it should be ticking. Apologies for rushing this out. I really need to hit the streets. I'm sat here.


I squeezed in a festival last weekend. Sun sound and bourbon.

Today is all about NYC and tomorrow Philadelphia.

I’m sat in an air B&B in Brooklyn. There are more ant traps than windows a…

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