In The Brickfields, a district of Kuala Lumpur, also often known as Little India, my wife and dad barter with Indian street vendors using about three different languages. Somehow my dad got them down from 150 ringgit to 60 ringgit for the silver anklets. It was kind of badass. After arguing for several minutes my dad offered 50, and they were like come on, wah wah, and then he says something definitive in Hindustani, slaps down another 10, turns and walks away. The hawkers had stunned looks on their faces as we followed after.
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