Bodega.
That's right. Like the corner store that's full of angry immigrants who never get your cheap coffee order right. Or, as I like to call it, the glue that holds my life together. No need to take this theme literally, we're all loose at Shittin' Pretty (whoa, hey!), so if a bodega makes you think of a Mexican makes you think of a taco makes you think of the time you got the runs in Peru, that's all fine with me. It's more about the experience anyway. So there is you mission, should you choose to accept it.

Out. xXx
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