Private Eye

Isn't there always something slightly Philip Marlowe about blinds up at a window. 

You feel that you should poke your finger in and squint through the gap an the street below, blow smoke at the fan on the desk and come out with some pithy comment about low lifes.

Not so easy with wooden blinds, mind you...



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