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Playlist: Video 19/67
Playlist: Video 19/67 “This is no place for little girls,” the sandwich guy told her on top of the highway bridge. The mobile sandwich shops are called vromiko, meaning dirty food. He had just drove away one more truck driver who had stopped for a snack and had asked Aura “How much?” in the most obscene smile she had ever seen. Aura crossed her arms to match her already crossed legs who had closed tightly and unconsciously. “I’m waiting for someone,” she told the vromiko guy and took a bite out of the now frozen sandwich he had made for her hours ago. It was Orosa’s favorite vromiko, she’d commented about it on a video. Special sandwich with breaded chicken nuggets, caramelised onions, sauce, carrot. Aura took the second bite of the evening and then as soon as the vromiko guy turned his
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