Mister Gregarian owned a near-beach apartment complex, the Pacific Sunrise. It was a one-story sprawl of faded-pastel flats filled with tattooed drugs dealers and failed screenwriters. The ocean was close enough that crashing waves were audible, from the other side of a line of sand dunes and sand-choked shopping centers that were largely abandoned in favor of the ritzy mall a few miles away.
From Poahi the Lackey
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MN Manmacker's mansploitation