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The turret on the left is my old apartment! We lived on the 4th floor, above a Chinese restaurant, a courier service, and a massage parlor. The “madame” of the massage parlor used to bang on her ceiling when we played music too loud. “I’m trying to run a business here!”
Great story! Thanks, Karen!