WEED IN RIEHEN SECRETS

We walked along the edge with the Xmas industry, preserving a diligent eye out with the hotel that the guy had advised us so confidently would absolutely absolutely have Brent’s bicycle (I do think it had been Phuc Some thing…probably Phuc Nguyen? Whatsoever it had been, we murmured the name over and over once more—“Phuc…phuc…fuck…phu