In defiance of the unwritten law of the Warwick, I have photographed the outside. If you don't hear from me again, it's because the Warwick's secret police have come for me. They will have shipped me off to the the labor camps in the eastern wasteland (Spokane).
I don't know what they're afraid of though. This picture doesn't reveal the existence of the secret KGB elevators or how the surveillance equipment is hidden (fire alarms, phone, tv, pinholes in all the pictures).
Oh, I've said too much. They are coming. I...
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