Back on Mabini street.
I paid hard cash to the owner of the Ariang Hotel.
'It's your's now,' said Mr. Park, who spoke like he was speaking through a hole in his throat. You know, don't smoke, Yule Brynner.
He was now singing dixies through that hole in his throat.
The place was only worth half a million dollars but I offered him two, paid in US dollars.
I was now the owner of a little hotel surrounded by massage parlors and karaoke bars.
I paid hard cash to the owner of the Ariang Hotel.
'It's your's now,' said Mr. Park, who spoke like he was speaking through a hole in his throat. You know, don't smoke, Yule Brynner.
He was now singing dixies through that hole in his throat.
The place was only worth half a million dollars but I offered him two, paid in US dollars.
I was now the owner of a little hotel surrounded by massage parlors and karaoke bars.
