My family moved to Vegas and we had 3 generations on the house. It was a very funky duplex which was where the trouble with the Gand started. The duplex had an outside door in every room. It made it easy to move in.
There was a few issues though. Religious missionaries would knock on every door. They would not believe you when you said every door was to the same house. They saw me in every door way getting more pissed. Same thing for people wanting to sell things.
The main entrance faced the back side of a restaurant. There was a desert patch between the two buildings. There were leaks on the water or drainage pipe from the restaurant. Those leaks let bushes grow and patches of grass. Those patches were where Max my chow chose to relieve himself. Max was born in the Mojave desert in Cali, but came to the Midwest for 3 years. He was Midwest picky on his waste site. I wish those bushes didn’t exist as without them I never would have been involved with a gang..
As to the title.
The pipe in the kitchen started leaking on the floor. It was cemented in the floor. A few guys came and chiseled out the pipe. The next day come an old plumber in. He said it has been a long time since I have been in the house. We asked him why he had been in it before. He then told us that both sides of the duplex were a whorehouse in the 1970s. So I lived in a old shorehouse for 1/2 a year
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