Passing through the Chinatown bazaar is always a pleasure for me. I thrive on the unpredictable, randomness. I delight in the unbelievable lack of detail. I rejoice in the horrific knock-offs. I enjoy a good laugh.
Hmm, I'm sure if you paired one of these blouses with a good pair of jeans...
Rows and rows of women's shoes. And they have that 'bobe' brand that's so popular.
Your two year old would never suspect a fake until they choke on a loose Cookie Monster eyeball.
Next to the children's toys are the big boy toys.
Walt is turning in his grave. I can hear him screaming for the "E" now.
-H.
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