You have been in the other worlds for years and have returned. The body is nearly beaten, the soul still feels. Those take you in vehicles. You take you in vehicles. You are on foot again. Through markets, cabanas, taverns and, houses among the sprawling city. Along the way your money dwindles. Voices speak in the marketplace. Voices of perseverance though fleeting and plenty voices of doom. Take your journey through the bazaar and market. "Weird scenes inside the goldmine." Whether the tea, the rum, the fermented potato or, the night before. Search the tea. Never let go, enjoy!!!
Regards,
Agent 493-n87-G
P.S. Smoke the pancreas of a Coalacanth and the pulverized saliva gland of a Red Squirrel in unison with the Harvest Moon.
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