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[u][b]Welcome to the Hole[/b][/u]

"Please, make yourself feel whatever it is you call a home. I am Sacha. What am I? Well... Folks here like to call me... 'God's Own Gift from Heaven'. You will roll by the rules which was placed for this 'safe haven', or consider yourself punt into the forsaken streets of New Earlton. Otherwise don't drink the Earlton's House-- it really tastes like shit."[/center]

The lynx pours himself a glass of said drink and dropped a gulp-- Followed by a gush of spit shooting towards a waitress passing by the counter as he did.

"If you're looking for coin, consider coming in for a chat." He spat to an old sink. "And here is the Notice Board."

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[center][h2]Notice Board[/h2][/center]

[i][b]STRICTLY DO NOT BRING ANYMORE TELLIES[/b][/i]

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[b]Currency:[/b] 100 Crowns = $3.851 USD.