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Shantytown


Sometimes I drive my car and park it on a side street in shantytown and observe all the trash,tents and stench and shopping carts and it tempers my woe is me factor and I crank my car to scare the 3 squirrels away,won't be chewing on nothing under my hood today..I wonder on extreme cold nights what tradeoff the motohome guy make to let a couple of the tent people sleep in the motor home for goodness sake! I look suddenly to my right not 500 meters..a multimillion dollar hotel..what contrast and more than a tad bit sad..shantytown.


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