Think Saki Naka is bad? You ain't seen nothing yet baby. Come to Kurla. Or as they call it hell on earth. Every day I lose minutes of my life stranded in its traffic. Every day I beg rude rickshaw-wallahs to take me to their destination - to actually do the jobs they are supposed to do. Every day my feet make contact with the muck of its potholed roads. So this is my tribute to Kurla. A few pro bono taglines.
Kurla - Meet Mother Nature's shithole.
Kurla - A pothole on every corner.
Kurla - Come for the BKC shortcut, stay because of the traffic jam.
Kurla - It's just like Bandra, except for the sea, the babes and the booze.
Kurla - Where none of the fun is.
Kurla - When you crave a slow painful death.
Kurla - Where you will be, when your karma catches up with you.
Kurla - Discover hell on earth.
Kurla - Satan's own country.
Kurla - Puts Andheri East to shame.
Kurla - Meet Mother Nature's shithole.
Kurla - A pothole on every corner.
Kurla - Come for the BKC shortcut, stay because of the traffic jam.
Kurla - It's just like Bandra, except for the sea, the babes and the booze.
Kurla - Where none of the fun is.
Kurla - When you crave a slow painful death.
Kurla - Where you will be, when your karma catches up with you.
Kurla - Discover hell on earth.
Kurla - Satan's own country.
Kurla - Puts Andheri East to shame.
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