You know you're in Japan when you walk into a 7 Eleven and are blown away by a severe odor of fish. The kind of smell that sticks on your clothes for a half hour after you leave the store.
Sorry. No slurpies here in Japan. Rats!
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Kind of like the smell down towards Ensenada where the fish processing plant was. You kids hated that place. Do they have icees? Dad
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