Working at "Dead Pidgeon" (aka 057), one must contendwith the fact that, for months after leaving, one's clothes
will still smell like rotting birds and whatever they store
in that scary old warehouse.
But then you get a chance to end an otherwise crappy
day with this view--not to mention a path that came
RIGHT IN--and it all just seems worth it.
That's Ollie, by the way. If you want on here more,
I guess you've got to be in the right place at the
right time more often!
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