I've walked past the Graham Home for Old Ladies building in Clinton Hill, Brooklyn a few times lately and today it finally occurred to me that this place would be some prime hunting grounds to do little impulsive
cougar hunting. I thought for sure I could score myself a jaguar or better.

I spit in my hands, ghetto moussing my hair into a perfect fratboy unicorn spike, preparing myself for the motherload (or grandmotherload as the case may be). I snagged a flower from a neighbors yard, picked up a box of jimmy hats from the bodega down the street, and proceeded to the front door to make my conquests. I quickly learned that I was about 2 years too late as the Graham House for Old Ladies has been
converted to condos.

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