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Friday, February 10, 2017
Wafty wafts of gross
Oh Agricola Street, how I love to inhale a deep gulp of fresh air that consists of bondo, auto paint, and clear coat before walking into my favourite coffee shop. Seriously, HOW THE FUCK can there be food and drink on a block with industrial auto body and greasy mechanic oil smells EVERYWHERE. —Ew, Halifax
