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  • My home requires a woman's touch not that all homes do but specifically mine does. prior to my father acquiring his latest girlfriend it would not be uncommon to come home at 3 am and find a group of hood rats and dope fiends on my porch. yes we were the house that listened to rap at full volume at all hours of day and night. Part punk squat part party house dishes would go unwashed until all were thrown out and rag tag assortment were purchased. Waking up at 630 for school would require the careful maneuvering around those that were inebriated and un able to go to there own homes. broken glass was common so on entry it was highly suggested to wear shoes no matter where your escapade into our house might lead you. Things have rapidly changed dishes are done glass is swept dead rats are removed immediately when found and Masta Ace is only played from 11am to 1am. Once you've lowered your standards to a point its the simplest things in life that will give you pleasure
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