Now I want to write about someone (a janitor?) who works in the literal black market. <<< I always imagined a tight, dark alleyway with stalls with black fabric roofing and it's set in the middle ages so.
What's funny is, I do actually have OCD and imperfection beyond peeves me. It freaks me out why I can't do simple things perfectly. Atelphobia Taurus lol gear of imperfection I don't fear that dude c'mon