Apparently some people in this country think that number 13 is unlucky. My thirteenth day in Liberty City was lucky, for someone.
Day 13: (Un)lucky thirteen
Category: Night
Day 10: Concrete jungle
I am beginning to realize that it is a jungle out here in Liberty City – only the fittest will survive.
Day 8: Man about town
If this city could talk, I bet it would be asking for a makeover.
Day 6: Strangers and Freaks
At least if I do not make it to the top in Liberty City, I can pitch a tent and charge admission like everybody else.
Day 4: Into the night
Some say that Liberty City is even more charming by night, if you know where to look.
Day 1: Off the boat
Today I arrived in Liberty City, taking in the sights and sounds of Hove Beach and Firefly Island while most of the city slept.
Give Me Liberty 