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No idea how to get to Acacia Avenue, but if you're turning this story in a cyberpunk, Gibson-style direction you could do worse than directing our hero in the direction of "dramatising the experience of the brand."
Also according to Babelfish, the bartender is "interior cover". Leather, vinyl or sheepskin? Also, on Monsieur G, in gender-neutral Babelspeak: "It is one on two sides in a play. It often eats in a restaurant on the avenue of acacia with a friend. It paints." |
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