I'd love to live in an 5 or 6-story high Chinese apt. building built in the 1980s, the ones I grew up in, where you smell the oil in the air and see the dust on the cement stairs and rusty stair holds, and you can smell you neighbours food and hear the couples arguing or the kids crying as the parents beat them up with a feather dust.
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That's my place, except I don't smell oil... Sometimes smell gas though.
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