Everyday when I walk home, there are a few funny characters; most notably, two women in their 70s who wear bouffant wigs and plaid jackets and stand 2-3 blocks apart asking for money (yesterday I saw them walking arm in arm - sisters?) Then there's the corner sitter in front of La Parilla - a man who sits with his legs straight out into the sidewalk so you have to step over him while he's asking for change. Yesterday he was cross legged which was nice as there was more room to weave around trouists BUT his pants were pulled all the way down to his knees. And it looked like he didn't get enough change to buy manties (man panties - or any kind of unders really). Ew.
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