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My dad moved around a lot during my early teenage years, all of them pretty dodgy looking places truth be told.
Funnily enough back then these places seemed so far away, yet I’m pretty sure I walk past at least three of those places on my daily commutes to either town or work. 548 kata lagi
I had the most random craving for a meat and three, as they’re called in the south, my way. No hidden ham hocks or overly salted beans, but good wholesome, my-Granny-June-would-have-approved (albeit dangling cigarette and sugary sweet tea in hand) blue plate special. 307 kata lagi