The alleyways around here are bizarre. Smelly dumpsters and giant rats are nowhere to be seen. Instead, pleasant flower-patterned armchairs and nostalgic white picket fences are the norm.
I have an obsession for vintage and used clothing.
Take me to a Salvation Army and I will somehow mysteriously come out with a DVF sweater or a 1990's Mickey Mouse Sweater. Yes, crazy old women and sketchy looking men push you around, but the finds are well worth the awkward social interactions.