By Esther Tung Photos by Mark Burnham Along the alley just off of Hastings and Abbott, I find the doorbell hidden in one of the murals on the wall. The signboard overhead reads “VHS”, and the doorbell setsoff lights flashing above. A moment later, somebody pokes their head out of the second-floor window, yells a greeting, and reels down a metal cable, dangling a key just within reach. “Come on upstairs!” I let myself in and follow the murmuring coming from behind a door upstairs. On the other side, energy runs high and voices talk on top of one other…
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