Funny, I lived in an old building which had originally been built as a 5 story building, but then later on, they added another floor because the company that owned and operated out of the building was just that prosperous. Well, a hundred or so years after they were gone, I was living in the original top floor, and some rich goober had the toppest top floor as a penthouse. Nice place, that. Aside from being on literal skid row.
That sounds fuckin awesome
It was awesome; a truly gorgeous place, I mean aside from the putrosity outside. And also the landlord, who was just the kind of yuppie leftist shit one might expect to meet in a downtown urban area. Owning our own place is nicer in most ways; but I wish we'd bought that building when it came up for sale because it was shockingly cheap for such a fabulous old building, despite it's horrific location. We don't have brass doors, windows, or elevator cars in our house, though...
Yes but putting on twenty pounds is not the same as 200. Extra zero matters
Putting a terrace in is not the same as five extra floors.. sorry I didn’t explain myself well enough.
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