Will some sort of deity hear my cry? Bring me hot water. Bring me a shower curtain. Bring me a working shower head.
Taking a shower includes flooding the entire bathroom, considering the shower head doesn't fix to the wall and we don't have a shower curtain.
As of now, the little mishaps in our cutesy pseudo-Potemkin village flat are endearing. We have a faucet that doesn't turn off and a leaky window (?), our kitchen houses a portal to Hell, and our closets are chock full of mystery gear from years (and years) of mystery tenants.
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