You’re stranded in a foreign city for a day with no money and no friends. Where do you go; what do you do?

Do I have snacks? Water? A camera? Do I have anything? Or am I just wandering around this strange place with just my clothes? Do I have clothes on? Or am I just aimlessly tramping about naked?

If I have snacks and a camera, I’m likely taking photos of cool, unusual things. Maybe I can charge people for a nice portrait. You know, “Take your picture for a buck, sir.” That type of thing.

Oh, gawd, is it cold in this city? Because that might be a deal breaker. Do I have a coat? And warm shoes?

Is it really just for 1 day? If I know that the next day things will be right again, I’d probably just find a bridge to sleep under. Or go camp in Walmart. Although, I hate Walmart. But desperate times call for desperate measures, I suppose.

I just reread the prompt. It says “foreign city”. Does that mean I don’t speak the language? Do they have Walmart? Or Target? Are they nice? Do they hate Americans? I can’t, I just can’t. This prompt is giving me an ulcer.

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