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How about Chinatown ?
Correspondents? More like Borrespondents!
Let's get Shazar on the next flight to Saigon. Give him nothing but a 1985 Springsteen concert t-shirt, a pair of acid wash jeans, and a passport. Will see how good he is then.
A word of advice: you better run through the jungle.
sigh
- paris quant
I rove Dearbleaker!
How about the front desk of West Garden Spa?
Sorry about the Creedance……..
“As we moved down the river I pondered my recent few weeks of employment as a writer with Dealbreaker – Asia. And suddenly from right to left along the lighted shore moved a wild and gorgeous apparition of a woman. She walked with measured steps, draped in striped and fringed cloths, treading the earth proudly, with a slight jingle and flash of barbarous ornaments. She carried her head high; her hair was done in the shape of a helmet; she had brass leggings to the knee, brass wire gauntlets to the elbow, a crimson spot on her tawny cheek, innumerable necklaces of glass beads on her neck; bizarre things, a miniature SAC Zamboni, charms, gifts of witchmen and Cliff Assness, that hung about her, glittered and trembled at every step. She must have had the value of several elephant tusks upon her. She was savage and superb, wild-eyed and magnificent; there was something ominous and stately in her deliberate progress. And in the hush that had fallen suddenly upon the whole sorrowful land, the immense wilderness, the colossal body of the fecund and mysterious life seemed to look at her, pensive, as though it had been looking at the image of its own tenebrous and passionate soul.
Her face had a tragic and fierce aspect of wild sorrow and of dumb pain mingled with the fear of some struggling, halt-shaped resolve. I remembered it from the "Dramatic Readings Night". She stood looking at us without a stir, and like the wilderness itself, with an air of brooding over an inscoutable purpose. A whole minute passed, and then she made a step forward. There was a low jingle, a glint of yellow metal, a sway of fringed draperies, and she stopped as if her heart had failed her. She looked at us all as if her life had depended upon the unswerving steadiness of her glance as she tightly gripped a piece of paper. Then she asked, "Can you explain this fucking $12,000 tab at Beamer's Singapore??”
The first condition of understanding a foreign country is to smell it.
An Asian housekeeper…how original…
Bess, I'm telling you, distant foreign outpost or not, this is your dude.
I live share a tiny room with 4 other people, live on a diet of ramen and what I can forage in the wild and beg for money for fuel for my aging subcompact automobile so I can drive to the oppressive, large, cavernous sweatshop where I slave away for hours churning out low quality product that discerning consumers reject out of hand, do I qualify?
Hola!
I imagine this is how Matt would write had he been an English Lit. major
Eh, I still think there'd be something about a method he devised to sell the natives salted meat linked derivatives or pick off the main bead trader after he failed to properly hedge his position via the latest derivative on the scene, Levine developed "outs."
How much you pay?
Now see the Army, they like to call this area Asia. But I like to call it; Freaky Deaky Sex World…
-Leon Phelps
It moved.
Bravo!
Impressive, but there are others who have you beat.