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We walked together the edge in the Xmas market place, trying to keep a diligent eye out for the hotel the guy had instructed us so confidently would Totally absolutely have Brent’s bike (I think it was Phuc Some thing…perhaps Phuc Nguyen? No matter what it was, we murmured the name again and again once more—“Phuc…phuc…fuck…phuc…fuck