The guys are running motorcycles inside the closed garage. I can hear the thundering hum as I am working at my desk.
The neighbors next door are throwing bacon grease off of their balcony. Their new landlord is in hiding. She's probably never seen the place.
The neighbors who moved in 2 months ago left furniture and washing machine in the shrubs and on the porch leaving the door wide open.
Last week we had fire-escape man trying to break into J's apartment and over the weekend a young woman who was escaping her attacker frantically banged on our door for help during the night.
It's like a horror film.
The slum landlords are destroying the city.
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