Slipping around the edges of what’s allowed, with a “tres pass” nature meaning fences and walls are suggestions rather than outright rules. None of these lines on the maps been here forever so it’s hard to accept ‘em as anything other than arbitrary. I don’t really care you had the money to pay somebody to stamp a piece of paper with the embossed red marks of supreme reality of ownership. That shit ain’t real.
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