The smell of raw meat permeates this building, and blood spatters stain the floor. Towards the back stands a muscular, balding man with eyes that seem... slightly... off, somehow.
You don't feel quite comfortable here, though it could just be the slabs of beef and the dead chickens. Still, you finish your business and rush out into the central street.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
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