i lept a grande jetter out my front door this morning, or rather, a piccolo jetter, as i get a bit self concious when ballet sneeks its way back into my bones. (it's been about a year since i did a successful split). I managed a friendly "ciao" to the workmen outside rather than the usual HURL...after all they are finally REMOVING THE SCAFFOLDING
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its stuff like that is more real than the cheese left out for the tourists. cherish the city while you still can.
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