Swings and Roundabouts

You lose yourself on the way back to your pension (in a road with no name in a non-descript part of town) but you find an internet cafe (masquerading as a bar). Maybe I´ll find my pension by happening across it’s grinning proprietress as she wanders the streets trying to snare lost holidaymakers in the morning.

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