My apartment at 256 East 10th Street was a relic of tenement living. No electrical outlets in the bedroom. A water closet with a pull chain. Warped wooden floors, crumbling plaster walls, and a tribe of cockroaches. Girls didn't like them, but they loved the bathtub in the kitchen. It was the perfect size for a soak. especially for a blonde as beautiful as Lisa Johnson.
She walked barefoot through the village.
Some thought her crazy.
I didn't care.
Always the fool.
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