For rent, walls just a crazy amount of walls arranged at fuckin weird angles some up some down, I don't even know. There's a bottom wall you can walk on but that really freaks my shit out. But listen here's what I'm saying right? All these walls, right, you can sleep and eat and get fresh with fine women and these walls they keep you out of the rain and keep out the peepers, ya heard? So listen what I'm saying is, for every ten bucks you get, gimme two, and I'll give you the keys and you do whatever you want, no questions asked. Just no shit with kids ya heard? Shit with kids freaks my shit out. I just needed some space for my guitars and stuff and otherwise it's all you. Leave your name with the bartender.

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