Hey, You!

You were the assy landlord who let that fat, uneducated bitch of a house manager and her blinged-out loudmouth husband have run of the place. For months, the pair got in your tenants' faces, and you didn't bat an eye or reprimand them. So I didn't feel too bad filling the washer and dryer with Philippine pesos instead of quarters that last wash before I shipped out. They're about the same size and are worth . . . well, a couple of cents each. Heh.

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