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About New York City

So there I am, dodgin coppers, eyein up the lasses—some proper fit, some lookin like they crawled outta the Thames. “This is not a drill!” I’m yellin in me head, all Churchill-like, “We shall never surrender!” Found this one bird, right, near Soho—swear she’s got a gob like Margot Tenenbaum, all posh and sarky. She goes, “Wotcha want, love?” and I’m like, “Ain’t no time for faff, darlin!” She’s chargin 50 quid, and I’m fumin—50 bloody quid?! Robbery, that is! Made me proper angry, but also a bit chuffed—hagglin’s half the fun, yeah?

Arya Stark

Absolutely disgusting, dirty sheets, stained chairs, what looks like bowel on the walls, what looked like dried boogies on the top comforter, heavily stained.

Sorry, my thoughts cut off there, but man, being a dating site developer here has made me notice things others miss. The tiny romantic hideouts, the laughter echoing near the small stone bridge on Hazelbrook Ln (well, not really, but you get it), that quirky rhythm of life that makes you go “Whoa” nonstop. Pigeon-Forge (us) ain't perfect, but it sure punches you in the gut with beauty and craziness.

Behind the scenes at Pirate’s Voyage in Pigeon Forge