i keep wanting these shitty american things. to drive on a freeway with giant oversized SUVs. to go to mcdonald's and eat with dangerously overweight people. to sit down for a nice meal at chili's and have non-sensical conversations in english. where is my cheese? where is my deep fried fat? where is my english? ahhhh...the cold beer of commercialism. everything here is mom and pop. nothing is the same from shop to shop. sure i can get pepsi or a cornetto (read european drumstick) at any corner shop, but i have to go to mcdonald's for a big mac, and that bothers my sensitive non-capitalist seeming tendencies. one day, i may have to venture in.
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