#235 ~ Messi & Brother

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On my way to McDonald's from the gym (DON'T JUDGE ME), I spotted these two siblings bent over a PSP, playing a football video game. They are the boys who sell kitchen towels, 5 pieces for SR 10, to cars passing by, at traffic lights, at parking lots, at fast food drive-thrus.


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