My house. #17.
The alley way I walk down, where the crazies hang their heads out the window and yell at me.
Poop. There is a lot, a lot, of this by my house.
The church I walk past every day.
Rue d'Alger. Ever single day, I march my booty up this street...
...until I get here (I.E.S building)...
...where I do this (French literature.)
Ha. This was on the window of the house next to mine.
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