I pulled up into a parking space in Market Market. Saw a security guard and asked where Starbucks is.
"San po ba? Sa Market Market o sa Serendra?"
Lemme see... ratty shirt, ratty capris, hair in a tight pony, no color in my cheeks. Oh, and add several pounds that crept up during my 5-month sedentary lifestyle (parang creeping offer).
"Market Market
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