the tables stretch out from the store front onto the sidewalk bluring the line of comerce and public. i guess thats enigmatic of the country though. public and private engaged in a delicate dance, harmoniously blending the war torn past with the bull market future. in this the tourist district we are constantly reminded of the econimoc despairities, as it is a driving force in the sales of sunglasses, shoeshines, and bootleg dvds. sales based on guilt rather than need. relaxation is a chore under the flickering lights of the crazy buffalo. but if you squint your eyes just right, fill your ears with the white noise vibations of the world, and try to let the tensions flow out through your toes, you might just find peace in the chaos of this paris of the orient.
beautifully written my dear. i am really glad to see the wonderment of this prawn tempura deluxe you spoke of. it looks even more disgusting then i could have ever imagined.
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