The south side of the chumpstation is the quiet side. The north side is often disturbed by the dull roar of El Shuttle and poorly-endowed ingrates on motorcycles. The east side, by far the most irritating side, hears the shouts and rants of drunk-tards on a semi-nightly basis. The west side, besides being home to the Westside Wino Fellowship (who, incidentally recently won a lawsuit against the World Wildlife Fund) frequently projects the exceptionally loud soundtrack of long-forgotten B-Movies and never-ending guitar solos.
Yes, the south side is by far the most serene side of the chumpstation. Maybe because it is occupied only by a brick wall and a dumpster. Maybe because it's fenced off and nobody can go there. Maybe, just maybe, our very own south side is the manifestation of nirvana here on earth.
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