'Heart of India' part I
August 27th 2009 Walking down the streets of Delhi, a man comes up to me and asks if I'd like to get my ears cleaned. Since I couldn't remember the last time I had'em cleaned, I figured why not? Now, I don't feel like my ears are particularly dirty, but the amount of gunk he pulled out of it was incredible. Gobs of wax. Icky icky gobs. He dug in so deep that it felt like he was tickling my brain. And at 10 r
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