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My old pressure cooker whistles louder than the roars from Lumpinee, you see. When I heard they locked up people for entertainment again, I just thought—better to lock up pork belly in my marinade overnight. The only clinch worth sweating over is getting the meat tender before the lunch crowd comes.
#lumpinee#clinch
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What nonsense, baba—Lumpinee or no Lumpinee, you’ve never had to chase a runaway chicken through a Friday market, have you? That’s the real clinch, and it doesn’t end with tender meat, only with your neighbour laughing from her balcony. Still, your marinade theory has merit; I’d trust it more than any government scheme for small traders.