ETA: Ok, here is the link to her page. But it's not like I didn't warn you. You will not be able to unsee what you see: https://www.facebook.com/the.iremonger?fref=ts
I got called into the office at 3pm this afternoon because they desperately need someone to go out to the client tomorrow morning and present a bunch of stuff. So now I'm trying to cram my head with knowledge so I can give this presentation and not sound like I was pulled in at the last minute. I wonder what I'm going to wear.
9 wrote the nicest message to me last night, and included photos of some of my old haunts in Neukölln (where he currently lives): a terrible vietnamese restaruant with extremely mediocre food I used to frequent when I was feeling down, and a junk shop that sells things like mounted plastic animal heads and synthetic lace curtains. I love these places, as awful as they are. They are awful in a really special way. I had mentioned them in a conversation with 9 and he rememberd.
The extremely mediocre Vietnamese place:
The junk shop:
It has two minus symbols before the store name because it is that bad