Having finally made the leap from a broke ass, mouse infested building to a new apt, I can now officially get back to wasting time on The Bomb in the comfort of my fresh diggs. Sure, my spot is located on the fringe of the geighborhood in the City, and granted, at 4am in the morn you can hear the faint whisper of tranny hookers scouring the streets for married men with an ironic affinity for Titty AND Peen all at once. But I embrace the gays, ladyboys and alike, for they offer me a greater sense of... appreciation? What use to be attitude from any given cashier, is now replaced with a warm cup of coffee and maybe a wink. But don't get me wrong, I'm not the kinda guy that thinks every geigh isn't tryna eff me. Though, the same cannot however be said for the boisterous trans' of the AM, but whatever floats your boat I always say. Regardless, Larry the doorman assured me that this is the most happening place to live in the city, adding that whenever my Gf is around he'll try to have sex with her. So, to Larry and the Geighs, thanx.
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