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The money changing place. The same uncle sits there on his stool with his sandals kicked off every day since we moved here. He takes your money, hands it to the guy behind the counter, speaking in a different language. And he always gives Dave a better rate than me. I gotta work on that.
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Keep these coming. You'll be so glad you did. I didn't take hardly any pics of my neighborhood until our last week there. And I so wish I had better ones.
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