THE DEFINITIVE GUIDE TO WEED IN DUDELANGE

We walked along the edge on the Xmas industry, maintaining a diligent eye out for that hotel the man had told us so confidently would Completely surely have Brent’s bicycle (I do think it was Phuc Something…probably Phuc Nguyen? Whatsoever it had been, we murmured the title repeatedly yet again—“Phuc…phuc…fuck…phuc…fuck…fuck…”