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I remember taxi drivers in Panaji, Nachanga, Sanya. Shaved, in branded suits / shirts, calm, tolerate any passengers, fight back.
Once I was driving with a company to a restaurant (for a duck along Pekinski in Sanya), one drunken lady (Omsk), sitting behind the driver, covered his eyes with her hands (there was also a child in the car). He stopped, called crazy, transplanted next to him, but drove to the place …
