There are a little pile of bbq shapes in the corner of the corridor downstairs, AGAIN! Someone, is sitting in the corridor eating bbq shapes and leaving a little pile of them... Maybe not so strange, but it's affectionately known as the rape corridor, reminiscent of a dilapidated boarding house with a vague aroma of cat shit... I'm really selling the place aren't I?
Also, I saw a child on the tram licking the top of the seat where people can hold on, then rubbing her face on it, like a cat... Her mother was oblivious...
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