AGH!
Im sick of the pestilence of this wretched city. Not even the rain can wash away the stink of its streets. Filled with cockroaches corpses in my way. Were did all the flowers go? Must I live surrounded by this disgusting stench of living flesh?
No wonder why I have to drink myself to sleep.
Thursday
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