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la rue; pres du métro
gay.goy.gourmet:
ugly
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gay.goy.gourmet:
beyond this: périphérique
gay.goy.gourmet:
if you stand in just the right place, you can see sacré cœur
gay.goy.gourmet:
this is where drugs are sold at night
gay.goy.gourmet:
dog shit
gay.goy.gourmet:
there it is
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the 'restaurant'
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entrance
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autonomie
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“reception”
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gay.goy.gourmet:
these stairs don’t lead anywhere you want to go.
gay.goy.gourmet:
mailboxes: heather’s was permanently jammed
gay.goy.gourmet:
not interested.
gay.goy.gourmet:
on the floor.
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Cell Block of Heather.
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gay.goy.gourmet:
home sweet home? hardly.
gay.goy.gourmet:
quaint “coin cuisine”
gay.goy.gourmet:
“mattress” — made of some sort of very crunchy foam material.
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gay.goy.gourmet:
the “cuisine” can be conveniently hidden behind a roll-top.
gay.goy.gourmet:
heather really had one of the nicer views in the place…
gay.goy.gourmet:
heather’s view, such as it was.
gay.goy.gourmet:
heather’s wall.
gay.goy.gourmet:
yuckk!
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