Screaming. A male voice telling someone that they are a whore. A door slamming, and running up the stairs. Another person running up the stairs after them, female from the screaming telling them that they are an ass. Door to building opening, both outside under my window threatening to call the cops on each other.
Welcome to my slummy world.
From the smell of the place, PartyGirl has a thing for green leafy. And by the way everyone slams doors around here, I'm surprised that there are any windows left intact.
It's moments like this that I'm actually glad I'm single.
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