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Stepping out


I was intriged by the theatric way the crowd in Chinatown dressed, including their shoes.

Musing:
From These boots are made for walking a pop song written Lee Hazelwood and first sung by Nancy Sinatra
"You keep saying you got something for me
Something you call love but confess
You've been a'messin' where you shouldn't 've been a'messin'
And now someone else is getting all your best
Well, these boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you

You keep lyin' when you oughta be truthin'
You keep losing when you oughta not bet
You keep samin' when you oughta be a'changin'
What's right is right but you ain't been right yet
These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you"

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