There's this little store next to a book shop I like, and I swear only two woman work there and it sells exactly 4 things. I've been in there a few times, it's the size of a closet, has wierd mood lighting and the same two woman are always there talking behind the counter.
I'd dont understand it at all becuse wtf are you even selling? It's Like one shirt, a salt lamp, a leather belt and a pile of rocks in a random drawer thats been pulled out of whatever its from, had paper hodge podged into the drawer and filled with shitty rocks.
It's the most uncomfortable closet ever and the woman always look pissed off someone came in and don't say anything to you even though you are like 30cm apart in the tiny space.
I hate these boutique stores. They are run by pretentious assholes who see themselves as some interesting bohemian artists, but what they are actually just trust fund douchebags that destroy with their gentrification real artsy and affordable neighborhoods (like the Meat district, Soho or Williamsburg in NYC). They have well-developed eyes to spot instantly who it's not part of their elite social class, and they will let you know with dismissive attitude that you are not welcomed in their safe space.
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