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I live in the 'unfortunate' borough of Montreal called Verdump Verdun. My hood is known for its weird ass people, the auditorium, and cheap rent. About a block from my place there is a store called 'Chaussures Super Prix' and this is what it looks like:

I call it the place where shoes go to die. I can only image the life they will live once purchased by my fellow Verduners, urgh. They'll step in poop at least a dozen times in the next month, poor things. If only I could save them all, but a woman can only own so many pairs of white pleather f-Uggs and turquoise cowboy boots.

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5 Responses to “Where Shoes go to Die”

  1. jenn says:

    Why is Verdun unfortunate?

  2. Mira Mira says:

    Because it is a poor area, it is dirty, its not trendy, the common resident doesn’t pick up after their dog, etc. In this post I am playing on people’s bad opinion of it, hence the quotations.

    Don’t get me wrong girlfriend, I’m an advocate for Verdun.
    I do, after all, live here.

  3. Mish Mish says:

    I have a “things” graveyard near my house. It’s the basement of the Salvation Army and it is swarming with death.

  4. Mira Mira says:

    I go in once and a while… I’ve found some amazing 90’s gems, but they’ve always been in a size 6.

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