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Cổ Điển Vietnam
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cổ điển.classic, they called it.old brick, cracked paint.history breathing duston a rooftop in the old french quarters of Saigon.down below, the newroared its hungry engine.Thuy and me,sweating in the thick heat,looking at what’s left,preserving the uniqueness of bygone culture.the old waysclinging to the skinlike the last dragof a cigarette.beautiful? certainly.mostly, just there.overlooked.like everything good in this world.










