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Every balcony is a poem, a chant -- a muscle. But whoever lives with that extra blueprint luxury of a balcony lives on the wrong side of a cross-section, on the busy, narrative-addled side of something like an ant-farm window, a brazen architectural arrangement selling cheap peeks into the naked sideshows of the quotidian -- even the grisly. Step right up. Behold. A ten story wall of solid twitching muscle.