I remember one way out on the South Side where I lived... Roseland. Like maybe 111th & State or Michigan. You went inside and it was cram full of Hobby stuff. You couldnt see over any of the iles... they went almost to the ceiling.The place was no bigger than a 2 bedroom bungalo house. .... But then... then, there was this door...inside... in the back. And it went down some tunnel like nar
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