I don't know why we keep getting sucked into the Irish pubs in a foreign country motif, but here we are again. As you can see, I drank a Murphy's Irish Red. The place was part of a hostel, and quite forgettable. Though that could have been because it was right about then that the space cake kicked in. I found myself quite mesmerized by UFC on the television, which was certainly out of character.
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