RUMORED BUZZ ON WEED IN DUBENDORF

We walked along the sting on the Xmas market place, trying to keep a diligent eye out to the hotel that the man had explained to us so confidently would Completely surely have Brent’s bicycle (I feel it was Phuc One thing…maybe Phuc Nguyen? Whichever it absolutely was, we murmured the title time and again again—“Phuc…phuc…fuck…phuc…