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Memories of Saigon
1. Sitting in a huge cafe, drinking my favourite ca phe sua da (ice coffee), which is almost as sweet as the hundred beautiful young waitresses surrounding me. My hand happily clasps that of the sweet vixen beside me, but it is no pain to gaze at the four waitresses around Senior Bro, especially the one with the magnificent D-cups. I could while away the whole day here.
2. The wind brushes through my hair as I ride in a xe om (motorbike taxi), going faster than the cars, weaving through other bikes coming head on. Wonderfully, this no longer scares me. I pass shops, bridges, and a hundred parents waiting to pick up their kids from the TOEFL school.
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