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Honking, shouting, clinging and bargaining all at once. With Tuk Tuks sliding through the ocean of people. Bikes unbalanced, with snake like speed diving into any gapes available. The ground was marked with wheel prints and footprints, checkering the earth. With smokes of morning cheap breakfast zic zacking it’s way through the street. Markets up for business, bargains started, shouting started. The words sound like spike. Hot summers day, the sun poured its heat into the city, flowing through each street. Sweat dripping down each and other’s back, leaving a sting on their t-shirts.

Honking, shouting, clinging and bargaining all at once. With Tuk Tuks sliding through the ocean of people. Bikes unbalanced, with snake like speed diving into any gapes available. The ground was marked with wheel prints and footprints, checkering the earth. With smokes of morning cheap breakfast zic zacking it’s way through the street. Markets up for business, bargains started, shouting started. The words sound like spike. Hot summers day, the sun poured its heat into the city, flowing through each street. Sweat dripping down each and other’s back, leaving a sting on their t-shirts.

Honking, shouting, clinging and bargaining all at once. With Tuk Tuks sliding through the ocean of people. Bikes unbalanced, with snake like speed diving into any gapes available. The ground was marked with wheel prints and footprints, checkering the earth. With smokes of morning cheap breakfast zic zacking it’s way through the street. Markets up for business, bargains started, shouting started. The words sound like spike. Hot summers day, the sun poured its heat into the city, flowing through each street. Sweat dripping down each and other’s back, leaving a sting on their t-shirts.

Honking, shouting, clinging and bargaining all at once. With Tuk Tuks sliding through the ocean of people. Bikes unbalanced, with snake like speed diving into any gapes available. The

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