...unless it's that flush of sudden confusion, when you wonder if you've wandered into a weird dream.
This place is called a flea market, but really it's an endless confusion of just about everything you could think of. It's a rural, slapped-together supermall.
Yes yes, I know. Not the stuff of which health nuts' dreams are made. But when in the flea market...
And you do need calories to live, y'know.