In my years have I experienced at the stone gate with the Turkish cultural associations in my house a lot. Trafficking in counterfeit designer jeans in the stairwell, allegations that I would extort protection money in khat noise figures lying on the floor or the storming of the building by the police forces. After I stopped by last weekend, again I'm sure that now another shovel has upped the ante: in the windows, pictures of figures hanging like a 70s porn, the entrance is flashing a strobe light in the stairwell and out of the club red light is lit on the first floor - you might feel almost here now that Ruby keeps her Rubacoury Bunga-Bunga parties.
obscure stairwell from Frontbumpersticker on Vimeo .
I Should be glad or sad that I no longer live here?
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