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My father-in-law has just returned from Vietnam, bearing an unexpected gift - a pic of me at the karaoke night I hosted for all the employees at Salon Kien Nguyen. Thank God no pics of me actually singing or dancing.
It was an eventful night. Two of the people were having a romantic tiff, which ended in a motorcycle accident, a streetfight and a kidnapping. Just another Saigon night.
Phuoc, the man in front, had just had a rose tattooed on his elbow to commemorate his divorce.
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