A conversation tonight reminded me of the city of concrete (possibly also known as Montreal.) Concrete is everywhere
you look and everything is made of concrete. Shade? No thanks, try this concrete. Walking across the desert of concrete? Of course you are. Maybe they got a great deal on the millions of tons of concrete. Maybe they just hate grass and or trees. Whatever the case, I recommend not wearing pants if you choose to walk around. You will literally sweat your ass off and it will run for cover. I doubt that I'll be going back anytime soon... or ever.
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