I couldn’t truly decide between the fried goods or the pickled pig’s feet, but in all reality I would most likely eat some of my left over Chinese food when I got back to the church. The carnival which already looked like it had been here for years called to me today when my boss(“proud” owner of “Gimme That”) said he was tired of looking at me, and told me to take the rest of the day off and go check out the new carnival. So I did, I played the rigged games, got my money stolen eight times by the same monkey who I think was putting the money back then taking it again just for kicks, and tried to figure out where all the clowns were. After all of these wonderful attractions I figured it was about time to eat so here I was at the fried and pickled goods stand. Between the eerie green sunlight baked and crusty jars I could see the slim figure of a tanned babe aching for some attention. I asked her what her name was and through her bleached teeth she said “Sugar”. I then bought her a bag of fried stuff and walked away, I mean “Sugar” is clearly a prostitute name, and I certainly wasn’t going to chance it. Although I suppose in this kind of city you’re bound to catch something, right Castro?
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