We stopped by with my wife and daughter The shopkeeper is not a shopkeeper, he's some kind of pervert For the ladies who come to the Sunday, that is, those they see as tourists My love I love you I've heard a lot of words like Also from the shopkeepers again I witnessed you yelling stupid words like would you salt a cucumber or eat a **white. It took me a long time to say a lot of words, but I told myself that if the market shopkeeper was already a human being, he would behave like a human being where he ate bread. I told myself that mothers have taken their share from such places with more. Even to me, cowboy brother, where did you leave your horse when I was walking around the Sunday as a man Those who try to ask where I am with their crack-pat English, those who walk with me on the road They still haven't gone up my sleeve to sell something I thought to myself there is one in bodrum in Turkey There is also such a Sunday one in the center I took the money from the municipal counter here, and he considers himself to have done all his work. if 2 police officers walk around and write a penalty for disturbing the peace to 5 people one day, it would be a legend there Even donkeys become men Marketers can also start acting like people to avoid punishment I doubt their humanity They don't see tourists as people or customers As if their pets I said where did we fall We left by fucking

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