Monologue from Philadelphia here I come
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
Irish (Eastern- Leinster, Dublin) Irish (General)Transcript
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They're lot's ignorant, bloody lights. And you've always known this until pretend your surprise because you're not And you know what they'll do tonight, don't you? The shuffle around the gable of that hotel and taken art furtive peep into the lines of those English women who won't even look up from their free gin. Many is the time you did it yourself back. Oh, I on a boat for Aunt Lizzie and the grace of God. You'd be there tonight, too, watching the lights go out over the village and here in the front doors, being bolted and seeing the blinds being raised and you stamping your feet to stop the numbness from spread, not wanting to go home. Not yet for another. While I wanted to hold on to the night, though, nothing can happen now, nothing at all. Joe and Tom and big, thick, generous Ned. No one will ever know or understand the funder Wass, For there was fun. There was laughing, foolish, silly, fun and foolish, silly laughing. But what was that? All the boats you can't remember, Kanye. Just the memory of it. That's all you have now, just the memory, and even now, even so soon, it's being distilled of all its coarseness. What's left is going to be precious. Precious gold