max factor fi?

we, three guys, were in this store, the body shop version of our small african town. one of our guys asked if they had max factor mascara and then the other to the salesman went like "hey the jeans you are wearing they look nice, where did you get those?" in the meantime, i was looking for teeth whiteners and hair products. than i thought, me, the orphan-minded-homeless-oriented-sixfeettall-dramamaster, and the other two the fake-russian-patriotic-liberal-hunter, and the iraqi; we were like a bizzare version of queer as folks in the eyes of the flambouyant arap salesman.

i am the lead, of course.

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no wonder you feel uncomfortable, this is wrong at so many levels.

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welcome to the hotel africana,
such a dirty place, such a dirty place...
if you ever happen to stay at africana
you get diarrhea
you may die in here
(pislikten kırılan africana otel bir gerçektir, kişiler ve olaylar tamamen hayal ürünüdür.)