While my mom was having lunch, I was walking around Petaling Street. About a decade ago, Petaling Street was the place to get relatively good counterfeit goods. From Rolex watches to Prada handbags and even pirated movies burned on to DVD-R.
Right now, it doesn’t have that vibrant kick of people yelling to would be customers and haggling noises has died down. Such a shame, also that area has too many Indons, Pinoys and Banglas.