What type of dwelling do you live in?

Can you see the subs coming and going?

Yes I have and it's quite impressive to see the subs being escorted to port. 

Girl? I thought you were like 80 years old.

I've been here a really long time. 

 

  What’s the address, please? Thank you in advance.

 

 

((((Please let her slip up and just answer without realizing it’s me, please let her slip up and answer without realizing that it’s me, please let her slip up and answer without realizing it’s me, please let her slip up and answer without realizing it’s me, please let her slip up and answer without realizing it’s me, please just let her slip up and answer without realizing it’s me, please let her slip up and answer without realizing that it’s me, please please please please please!))))
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Ring. Ring.

Hello, you've reached the Home for Wayward Girls.
This is Randy D. Do you save bad girls?
Yes, that is our goal.
Can you save me two for Saturday night?

Click

 

  “Hello? Hello, hello?  I think we’ve been disconnected. This always happens to me. Arrgghh.”

:(

The trees make it impossible to see the windows, but it doesn't matter.

I like the tree.  It helps me sleep in the summer.  The city has new street lights which are the very bright white lights. The tree helps keep out the light at night.

 

  (Cough, cough.)
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  Your Honor, speaking on behalf of the entire team of legal firms representing plaintiff Randolph D Randolph, we move that the defense’s own introduction of this identifying photo of the accused’s residence actually be entered into the official record as prosecution evidence against said suspect, because it clearly demonstrates the evil and the chicanery that she wreaks upon normal, average, everyday, law-abiding citizenry, of which our client is a member. Additionally, owing to the humble and pious Mr. Randolph’s prominent position as a pillar of the various and sundry communities he has voluntarily assisted with his lucrative subterranean dormitory-like workshops for culinary endeavors sandwichizing activities in third-level medium security sub-basements), and the dwellings he provides for women of all ages to learn cultural advancements through interpretive dance and massage therapy classes in cities worldwide (The Harem), our client is a walking exemplifier of the exact opposite of everything this “Livvie” person is, if that’s even her true and correct name. There’s every possibility that it is an alias, indicating yet another layer revealed of her vile character and truly unspeakably harmfulness to all we hold sacred in modern society.

  (And yes, I’m sleeping with my client; what’s it to you? Arrrrggghhh.)

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Fantastique!!