in a jelly-like state, on a road in Dharmapuri, Tamil Nadu, India.

Maybe I should cancel the performance tonight and rest...

Hey, Satoru...

Don't hand them money in the street. You'll never get it back.

Why do you look like you found dog poop on the street?

kissing the woman several times while they were walking<br>and said, &quot;It's been years since I slept in the same room as my wife.

That how you got your start? Street busker with big dreams?

Is this necessary? On the road all day and now…?

A day goes by without someone trying to gut me in the street, I get disappointed.

Just yesterday, I saw a musician in the street playing a flute. It was... beautiful. I want that flute.

Hm… oh, so be it. But we, uh, really ought to go back to Kate's. It's unwise to linger in the street.

A monster's standin' in the road. Face stitched up, pale as a corpse! He looked at me… and I grew cold as if I were long in the grave!

Trouble on the roads and cities means less commerce. Less commerce means less money and more starving people. And that means more crime.

I grew up an orphan on the streets of Markarth. I'd have died there, too, but for the kindness of an old warrior named Logrolf the Bent.

Maybe you need a partner? Hmm? Just picture it. Two women, the dusty road, strapping men at every tavern, a fortune in gold to be claimed...