Dominican Public-Bus Etiquette: Requesting Stops & Seat Courtesy
Last Tuesday, squeezed between a grandmother fanning herself with a lottery ticket and a university
Last Tuesday, squeezed between a grandmother fanning herself with a lottery ticket and a university
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“¡James, el bizcocho se está inclinando como la Torre de Pisa!” shouted my Dominican friend
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