eastrea
Eastrea is like a bad dream. Everyone knows your business, there’s no shops, you walk a mile for bread, there’s two parks and no cops, and yet people still don’t rob anything every two seconds. It’s like the town’s too dumb to try.
I walked a mile for bread and it was the same bread I had last week.
My dog knows my business and tells my mom.
There’s two parks and no cops. People just sit and complain.