On the bottom of the house is a store. The store is wide, meters 50 x

50 is The inhabitants of the house were pleased to throw on this cocktail of cigarettes,

Condoms, bags, in general, as we do, all fucked up. found

A cleaner who voluntarily cleanses all this shit. Then it appears to her

Tired of wandering on the roof on her knees in the rubbish and she gave a genius

The number. On the corner of the house, so that it can be seen only by large inhabitants.

There is an inscription in white: Dirty is not here, but in the souls.

Now you go out on the balcony - underneath clean... not even spit

No one...