Look, it's not all that different than that apartment on 14th street where the second floor opens up like a garage door and passerby's are free to throw garbage into the apartment...
Were the previous tenants rent-regulated? That torn out pink staircase on the ground floor seems like a typical East Village landlord tactic: http://evgrieve.com/2012/04/fdny-rescues-resident-from-east-12th.html
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Look, it's not all that different than that apartment on 14th street where the second floor opens up like a garage door and passerby's are free to throw garbage into the apartment...
ReplyDeleteNo Ceasarstone counters? Weak.
ReplyDeleteWere the previous tenants rent-regulated?
ReplyDeleteThat torn out pink staircase on the ground floor seems like a typical East Village landlord tactic:
http://evgrieve.com/2012/04/fdny-rescues-resident-from-east-12th.html
OMG That's what I've been looking for! It's just my size!
ReplyDeleteI need that apartment. There's even a kitchen nook! A NOOK!!!!
ReplyDeleteBeing John Malcovich
ReplyDeletePfthhhh…!!
ReplyDeleteI only settle for the best. That is a Barbie Townhouse wannabe..
Four froyo's in a hoof, promptly on the 1st of every month.
ReplyDeleteI'll need a curb cut for my pink Corvette convertible.
ReplyDeleteSorry, no room for my own gym.
ReplyDeleteWhy delay squat today.. Does it have park views
ReplyDelete"Mattel promised me a dream house. Some dream…who wants to live in cardboard?"
ReplyDelete— From The Barbie Nightclub, a monologue by Jeffrey Essman