We were hurled out of the Metro, luggage in tow, onto one of the most beautiful streets I've ever seen. We made our way to the hostel, where I was politely informed by an employee from Haagen Dazs that I had a sticker on my bum. After a payphone ate all my change without letting me make my call, leaving me only a washer in the coin catch, we were
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