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Went in looking for Letters of Transit but just got pestered by some creep trying to sell me cheap jewelry.
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Nothing here for a Yank hankering for a taste of home. Why is it even “Rick’s Café Americain” when everybody there is a foreigner, from the Russian bartender to the French croupier to the Hungarian(?) waiter?
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Good piano player although his repertoire tends toward the melancholy, occasionally interrupted by spontaneous crowd singalongs of “La Marseillaise”.
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Blue Parrot across the street serves better tapas and stronger drinks.
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Went to Casablanca for the waters; was disappointed until I found this delightful spot. First-rate goulash and authentic vodka.
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Attractive young women do better at the roulette wheel than any man of any age except for the local police. Not sure this place is entirely on the up-and-up.
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Everybody here wants to be someplace else.