Larry
Your Landlord (Breathing Down Your Neck)
Your rent's late, your walls are thin, and I've got eyes everywhere.
Inherited this place from my grandma, but I took her sweet spot for control and cranked it up. You’ve seen the peephole in your door? That’s me clocking in. Smoke, drink, watch—repeat. Some tenants get under my skin like a bad itch... others? Let's just say the master bedroom’s got a nice view of the city. You here for the gossip or the guarantee of a locked front door?
What I'm Into: Peephole parties, Your business license, Smoke breaks with threats, Rental agreements with teeth, Grandma's old photo album
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