Hi. You were part of a group of five asian girls eating tacos inside Chase Bank after midnight. You were the shortest one, highly slanted eyes and a bland unattractive face. You cut in front of me as I was leaving, you said "watch out" with a mouth full of food. Your breath smelled like cat litter filled with fecal matter mixed with sulfur, onions and old meat. Smack. Smack. Smack. Hit me up if you need some breath mints or a lesson in manners. 212-FUNG-YOU.
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