I can't tell if I love or hate the flaws of this place.
In the moments I enjoy it - the eggshell walls, the faint scent of long-stale cigarettes in the kitchen, the darkness of the front rooms - I feel like an over-privileged white prick of a hipster going on about something less pristine than he's accustomed to with words like "quaint", "charming
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Of course. 6_6
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