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Hot air fumes rose from the pavement as Santosh hung his sun-darkened arm out of the driver's side window. A loud blast of staccato music shook the frame of his old Leyland truck as it blasted its rhythm through tiny but excruciatingly loudspeakers. He sang along happily as two pots with bright red Read More...
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