i think that is a fair estimate of my yoga history
heard on the street:
"honey, i'm a hooker, i don't crochet."
and, muffled trumpet. beautifully muffled. on purpose. i got a ten secomd recording; one day i will get my tech shit together 'nuf to post the sounds. what struck me listening to the recording was, wow, so loud is the street.
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