it's a beach, for fuck's sake. and a net for volleyball. and some goth girl in a goth-striped shirt leaning against the pole if you squint and look. it used to be that i could smell the hippy chicks from a mile away, the scent of patchouli forming from memory well in advance. now it's the goth girls and they just smell like sad young mallrat with a touch of stink from poor hygiene.
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