growing up in buffalo there were not many alleys.
Living in London there were small slender alleys one could imagine jack the ripper manipulating the system to claim victims.
here in seattle my front door opens unto an alley, one too narrow and busy with car traffic for anyone to truly appreciate it - as part of my own appreciation of alleys relies on the alley being a lesser used space - a back entry , so my alley is actually more a shitty street due to it's use.
this alley is wide and capable of a big truck going down it - a little too spacious to be a secret back road- but still an enjoyable backstage to the front stage of the street.
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