My super-cool business partner and I have been working our asses off on some extremely important stuff that we just finished up tonight. Even though our office is probably the most beautiful and ass-kicking office, ever, in the history of the world there is an interesting phenomenon that occurs when afternoon sunlight streams in our front window and turns the place into a nightmarish brickpit firebox of hell around four in the afternoon which generally means it’s time to get a refreshing frosty fruity frozen mango bar at the market across the street and then go home. The market is owned by an Asian couple and is called the Phuoc Hing Market, which as far as we can figure out is pronounced ”fucking market.” Sadly we have been so busy with all that super important stuff that we have to keep working, our frozen mango bars dripping sticky dewlike droplets on our drawings. Our office usually cools off by nine or ten which means we can work on our super-important stuff in relative comfort for the next few hours and then go home at two in the morning. Sometimes we leave the front door open with a fan blowing but instead of a cool breeze all we get is a deranged succession of lunatics sticking their heads into our super-excellent office and trying to sell us electric shavers or something. Further complicating matters is that a Polish man and his ethnic girlfriend have arrived in town and seem to want us to spend a lot of time with them, working on some kind of ridiculous scheme the details of which are vague to me.
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