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Anonymous File :-(, x)
Also, just yesterday, I was out taking pictures in the Little Italy neighborhood of Niagara Falls. After taking some pictures of an apartment building, a guy starts asking me (in a normal, friendly tone) what I'm taking pictures of, if I'm a professional photographer, etc. Since I tend to take shots of weird shit when I'm out taking pictures, I'm used to this sort of question, so I think nothing of it. A little while later, as I'm continuing down the street, the same guy pulls up in an SUV and gets out and asks for reassurance that I'm just a random photographer and not, quote, "on the job". Turns out I'd been taking pictures of the apartment of a friend of his. At this point it occurs to me that I'm in a somewhat bad neighborhood, talking to a really affluent-looking gentleman of Italian descent. My brain starts shouting "HOLY CRAP HE'S IN THE MAFIA OHSHITOHSHITOHSHIT".
He seemed satisfied with my assurances that I just thought the mailbox had good color and composition and didn't stop me again.
Fun times.
(Pic of the apartment in question attached, hopefully won't put a price on my head)
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