It’s been centuries

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…since I’ve posted. But now I’m back with some goods. One good. Llama Inn. I fucking love llamas.

And establishments that sound like an obscure motel near a petting zoo where you can put 25 cents in a gum ball machine and leave with a plastic hot pink llama or stale bubble gum ball and call it a day, but it’s not. I have no idea what I just said, but hear me out.

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Moving In

Things to hoard.

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If I’m writing about something I cannot eat or drink, you better freaking take note. So once upon a time it was Sunday and I found this store called BEAM in Brooklyn, and the owner poured me a glass of chilled Pinot Grigio (it was out for all guests) and I never wanted to leave. Ever.