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I once spent Christmas night sleeping in an armchair in the Istanbul airport. I kept waking up, and every time I did the same Turkish man tried to flirt with me. Sounds festive, right?
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I once spent Christmas night sleeping in an armchair in the Istanbul airport. I kept waking up, and every time I did the same Turkish man tried to flirt with me. Sounds festive, right?
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