I have already mentioned the reach of my territory: between my park and the sewers that spill on the river. The park is my main dominion. Most of my awaken hours I will spend traversing the sandy paths, assessing the contents of the trashcans, sitting down on a bench or behind a statue. I must point out that even though my park belongs to me in its entirety, I have never been opposed to sharing it with other homeless people, and I will benevolently allow nocturne lovers to seek their pleasure on my lawn.
I am also the owner of all the trashcans that can be found between my park and Turd´s sewer. From that point on, his area starts, although I am not sure until where. It is not a bad area, in my opinion, but Turd has never known how to exploit his estate in any efficient manner. He wields the excuse that he is above any notions about properties and hunting grounds, he says to have enough with his sewer, and he will even accuse me of being a bourgeois, although I have my doubts he really appreciates the meaning of that word, poor insect.
It is true that he obtains from his sewer all his clothing, and also, I fear, most of his nutrients. Nonetheless, I think it is a waste all those thrascans going unattended. A true pity. Similarly astonishing is how, given what he eats, he is still alive.
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