This is my new house, built in 1902. Well, not mine. But I am paying rent to live there. One of the nice things is I really don't have to give an exact address. I always ask, "How well do you know Wills?" If they do, I give the description of the house. A lot of, "Oh, yeah. That one." Esp. when surrounded by colorless apartment buildings. The top window is my room, which is painted three different colors. And so is the floor.
Why yes, we do have a white picket fence. But look on the inside...
Our porch. Lou's friend put the dog head up there a few years ago as a joke and she left it there. The porch light is red...
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So wait, you live in the "red light" district? Interesting...
The red light was put in after hearing someone from the plain white apartment building across the street say they think it is a brothel because they would see men coming and going all the time. Two funny things about that:
1. My roommate is a lesbian
2. With me petsitting, I'm constantly bringing in and taking out suitcases and backpacks during all sorts of hours of the day and night. Wonder what they think of that...
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