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Wednesdays' Weirdos: The Doors

My mom gave Rob and I her timeshare condo in Beaver Creek a while back. The condo was perfectly nice with hot tubs in the courtyards. There were several courtyards each connected by these doors:

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Notice where the doors go?

Making the designer of this building this week's Wednesday Weirdo: The Doors
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  1. AnonymousMay 8, 2009 at 3:01 PM

    Remember the apartments off of hwy 21?? They had doors off the kitchens to nowhere!?
    mja

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  2. 逆円助July 4, 2009 at 3:15 AM

    さあ、今夏も新たな出会いを経験してみませんか？当サイトは円助交際の逆、つまり女性が男性を円助する『逆円助交際』を提供します。逆円交際を未経験の方でも気軽に遊べる大人のマッチングシステムです。年齢上限・容姿・経験一切問いません。男性の方は無料で登録して頂けます。貴方も新たな出会いを経験してみませんか

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