Monsignor Plaza is a galleria of a sort out in Cambridge. It has a lot of shops, and the interior looks insane, like it was trying to be an al fresco market square, indoors. Don't get me wrong, it's a good time. I definitely bought J Crew here once. But, if you tried to buy J Crew here in 2287, you'd be shit outta luck and not only because the J Crew branch at Monsignor Plaza closed over 260 years prior.
You would find this shitter, though that looks like a transplant, does it not? It doesn't look like where a shitter was originally intended to go and appears to have been placed here by "occupants", lord only knows who as I'm sure Monsignor Plaza of 2287 changes gang ownership regularly. It's certainly being used by the current occupants, likely not being cleaned by them.
As impressed as I am by the filthy privacy barrier, can you imagine the conversation that went on while they were arranging this space? "Yeah stack these torture cages along this wall, definitely wanna feed the dog right fucking there, and when I'm at this armor workbench, I want to be within plain viewing distance of the crapper." Whatever. For all I know this place had way more interior partitions once upon a time, and these geniuses tore them all down to roll blunts with the drywall paper.
