In the same neighborhood, I engraved the stamp of my dreams, in the same shop as the Queen of England (Dang Sin Myung Pil Bang). Christine Cho in Korean, when I said "cho", the writer looked at me oddly but did not tell me he wanted, he explained with a little drawing where I could find paper Korean (the finest in the world) because he sold only the Chinese paper. There, a nice electric blue jacket vendor showed me all kinds of paper and I drove three sheets in a beautiful wrapping paper mysteriously printed words "The Kebab House and Coffee."
In the same street, we could not resist the appeal of Paris Croissant, one of the many bakeries cafes in Seoul. Delicious sandwiches and spicy ... listening to bossa nova, globalization is good ... this is probably our baker has worked Rochefort, is believed to have recognized his leg and his dough.
I speak well of everything we ate without know what it is. I speak many who smoke pot on the street, the Korean language that sounds like a song and the year of the rabbit but I'm definitely too tired.
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