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Kongene av denne gata slentret tøft bortover, kanskje på vei til å kjøpe seg hver sin Kinnie, verdens vondeste brus, ("alkoholfri leskedrikk brygget på sure appelsiner og diverse urter"), på baren på hjørnet.
The three kings of this street walked briskly past me, maybe on their way to a refreshing Kinnie, the most horrifying soft drink I've ever tried anywhere. ("Non-alcoholic beverage made from bitter oranges and aromatic herbs". Tastes just as good as it sounds.)