“everything goes through Lazarska”
When it’s long after midnight and you ask for directions, you do not want to hear those words. Those words mean,
“the night tram is coming, absolutely for certain, and it will take you home, it will take you home just as sure as the sun will rise in the morning, but nobody knows which will happen first.
bum piss factor: Now in this case, the BPF includes many many other sticky and gross unidentified substances, being that this is a night tram stop of such heavy traffic.
“What is that stain? Was it blood? Was it puke? Was it kebab drippings?”
Nobody wants to find out. Doing chalk at Lazarska is like playing “guess who smells?” on the NYC subway platforms. Mind the gap.