Let's go back home, take this street.
The neighborhood's dumpster.
more beer shoes.
Welcome to the American Hotel. one tenant once said that this building is equivalent to a pirate ship, but with no Captain onboard. It goes nowhere and no one knows where to.
I live on the 3rd floor, btw. "someone" colored in the gaps.
Guy's shoes hanging on to an electric cable outside.
there was a cricket in my window sill
It's Camilla's ghost birdie!
the bottom of the glass...(BURP!!)
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