226- Carnival in Vienna -2

tired of the everyday grind, and a dream of a life of romantic adventure who ought to get away from it all. We offer you Escape Escape! These I'm to free you from the four walls of today for a half hour of high adventure.

You are stranded with a carnival just the sight of the Iron Curtain. We're not of nowhere a fortune is within your grasp. Riding a number on a roulette wheel hundreds of feet high. While it's your shoulder lapping at you, a killer clown from whom there is.

No escape. Listen now, as escape brings you, David, Gleece, and then Morton finds story carnival in Vienna. In the old days, the role of tenements used to be called a shut-in-off. Then there was a war and it was called rubble.

And it was cleaned up and it was just an empty space in the old apartment of the innit. That's where the carnival set up. Pitch and wind stands, wheels, a midway act and a highway up for a valley, rides, palm readers, and the biggest ferris wheel this time of the ride.

Twenty carriages and a four-minute ride. And myself, once gate superintendent, John Ashcroft Allison, the my sounding name, John Ashcroft Allison. The help calls me here, which is Mr. And that's the way it is. And there's Lily who works the gas whenever it's needed.

She's got red hair. We get along the fly. Oh, wait. Anna. Is that better? I can't see. If you tell me about some shiny thing and me or anything, I stop and open. I need to flip back your hair.

One of the good for you. The next time. Ten dollars, American money. Maroon. The chef. Pink. Choke. The garnish meal. Feel it. Mmm. It also means... Naya? What do you mean? Naya, you are vain.