This is pretty specific, but when I lived on Christopher St., those in the neighborhood knew my super, Carlos. He was a neighborhood character. You would either find him on the front steps with his parrot named Benny, or having a yard sale out front and selling old, rusted, bent, hammered nails for a dollar, or gossiping, or in my apartment (jealous of all the pretty gay guys who were my friends, lol).
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