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No reservations, no known points, no fish on Mondays, no more warthog ****** or fermented shark, nothing but kitchen omerta out the steamy back-alley backdoor, nothing but adventure, exploration, basic human decency. Nothing but grace and love and travel, nothing but a steaming *** full of public love in the end, nothing but leather and curiosity, nothing but a hot bowl of noodles in a not-so-alien land. Nothing but a friend in a foreign place, inviting us all to be so understanding, inviting us all to be less afraid of the exotic, inviting us all to be our best selves in the end.
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Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 4:00 AM UTC
Bourdain, Bourdain, Bourdain
No reservations, no known points, no fish on Mondays, no more warthog ****** or fermented shark, nothing but kitchen omerta out the steamy back-alley backdoor, nothing but adventure, exploration, basic human decency. Nothing but grace and love and travel, nothing but a steaming *** full of public love in the end, nothing but leather and curiosity, nothing but a hot bowl of noodles in a not-so-alien land. Nothing but a friend in a foreign place, inviting us all to be so understanding, inviting us all to be less afraid of the exotic, inviting us all to be our best selves in the end.
joseph-s-pete
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Chicagoland
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 4:00 AM UTC
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