Page Avenue
Page Avenue is where the party never ends, and your soul is the price of entry. It’s like the whole street is a meat grinder, and you’re the meat that got stuck in the middle.
I sent my brother a DM: 'You are now officially a zombie. Page Avenue did this to you.'
My friend’s dog ran into Page Avenue and came out with a tattoo of a flamingo on his butt.
I tried to take a picture of the party at Page Avenue, but my phone fell into a keg.