It looked sort of like this, a two bedroom furnished apartment in the West End of Vancouver. My mother and new Step-Father had actually wanted to move to Bellingham, Washington for some unknown reason. We lived in a Hotel there for a few weeks until it was realized that my Step-Father, Gordon, could not acquire a visa.
So we moved back to Canada and landed in this creepy place, there was a Hooker that lived next door I later found out. I remember finding quantities of drugs in the back alleys.
Thankfully we weren't there for long.
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