I got kicked out of my yard a while back and ended up sleeping next to a Sudanese immigrant in a shared room for 1 week (centrepoint), the room stuck of cocoa butter mixed with sewage, it was awful, i mean i used to open the window in the middle of night and just catch my breath and ventilate.
I can honestly say that this experience did not make me feel closer to my community.
Its like the dirty cunt thought cocoa butter was a honest substitute for a hot shower.
Bank heist in Kathmandu, it was a slaughter
The day Buddha was born it rained tea instead of water