A new building on Venice Blvd. Look at those balconies, and I apologize for the picture quality:
Like, there’s room for either furniture OR you and your boo. One does not simply fit both. If you try, –rent will make you believe things– thanks to the sliding door breathing down your shoulder, you can only have one elbow sort of at a normal angle, if 90° is, sitting on the railing. While the other is near your crotch.
This sounds voluptuously comfortable.
I mean, balconies are either outdoor attics or displays of “what it could be”, right?