The W Hotel in our neighborhood has a rather mixed-up modern eclectic aesthetic (if that makes sense). This old typewriter sits on a mirrored table near the concierge desk. In unrelated news, ome glass panels fell off the residence balconies yesterday, apparently while we lunched there. No people were hurt, but some cars were damaged. Someone had typed an appeal to God on that paper, by the way.
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