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The front. Yep. Pretty happenin' little joint. |
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Here's the place from the back. No alleyways to get mugged in here. |
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Alcohol and cigarettes are one way to make a fire. |
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I'm not sure if this is a prohibition or a statement that these were out of stock. |
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The place was a work in progress. |
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They had taken up the floors and revealed the brick runners on which everything was built. |
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Another view. The ceiling is a close second to the floor. |
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Upstairs? |
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Upstairs was a living area if you lacked a sense of taste or you wouldn't call this livable. |
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The boards were apparently cheaper than curtains in a town with no Wal-mart but several hardware stores. |
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The fridge was capable of freezing time else this building wouldn't still be here. |
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You know. To liven things up. |
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