| Comment | I mind looking for flats in Edinburgh
1. was below ground level, and the little old lady who had died's stuff was literally still there. She must've barely been cold. It had fucking doilies and wartime photos up. Even the girl from the agent was like '....this is fucking *grim*, innit, sorry'.
2. saw one last thing on a friday, and the guy was brilliantly like 'look: you've questions, I dunno, look at it, take it, leave it, don't care; is what it is. Cool?' It was actually quite charming. |
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