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i will not know peace until i have my own little secluded house on the outskirts of the city decorated like the sleaziest, mustiest dive bar/strip club you’ve ever seen
#i wanna sit on the porch smoking and getting wasted on mike’s hard at 4 in the morning#im talking mismatched plastic & folding chairs around the cinder block firepit#im talking beer lights in the backyard. neons in the house. shaggy carpets & beads and jewels just hanging everywhere#like howls moving castle if howl was a retired pimp from Maine#and also the house doesnt move#and its only one story#im sick of stairs
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