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Putting the backstreet in Backstreet’s back (because the key to this new housesit only works in the alley entrance)*

Sipping on JD, puffing a little 420 kif, doing as much laundry as I damn well please, and fixing to enjoy an evening of quality wifi pleasures and perhaps some tasty cooking (at the least, some tasty leftovers), to which a friend may or may not be invited.

(*A new key was waiting for me when I arrived, because this place and its owner are totally rad, as evidenced by the presence of Jack Daniels I am allowed to sip, kif I am allowed to smoke and in-suite laundry to which I am also privy.)