You can't find the Adidas shop, because you don't know where downtown Shiraz is, so you just stare at the man staring at himself. A: You decide to mooch off the couple of with the propane tank for a cup of Tea, go to Picture Four. B: You stare at the man longer, hoping that he'd turn around eventually so you could ask him directions to the mall so you can buy Adidas in Iran-plus you need to pee and you know malls usually have bathrooms, though you know you're not going to poop because in the middle-east they don't have toilets but porcelain holes in the ground that you just hover over and aim with your butt or or the other thing and hope for the best. It's kinda nice not using that paper cover you unfold then awkwardly try to rip out the middle piece so you have a doughnut shaped paper to keep your ass from touching the dirty looking toilet seat back in America...but still. The mirror man pointed over his shoulder, towards a teen in a blue sweater. Go to Picture Two.
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