Sir? You Want It? Sir? One Dollar? Yes, Sir?!?!?
October 18th 2005 Screaming down a road that is barley big enough for our ute to fit down. We dodge other cars, bikes, dogs and begging children. Squeezed in the back of this old rusty ute, that even puts mine to shame, with 8 other travellers, clenching white knuckle tight. The dust and smog lashes my face so hard it almost threw me off back. The thought that I might actually die, although ordinarily would, did no
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