Fuck off part timer
Corner Irish Bar
White walls
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Behold, the Pittsburgh Chair. It’s time. The snowbanks are piled like fort walls, the street’s a slushy battlefield, and there it sits, humble and unshakable, guarding a parking spot like it was blessed by the Steel City itself. This is not furniture. This is a declaration. A quiet, cold-weather throne that says, “I shoveled. I earned it.”
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A lesson was learned, although a little too late. "I think I'll go harass law enforcement agents removing criminals from the neighborhood". You can't fix stupid.
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