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Rumor has it, 610 resembles
a dollhouse. Upon entering, the scent of rose fills your nostrils and the sweet sounds of QVC relax your mind. Many stare
in amazement at our furniture, pondering the idea that we might be the only college house with glass tables
and crocheted pillows. Grandmas from near and far knock on our doors, begging to catch a glimpse of our pink and
green table scraps. However, beyond the white-washed antiques and witty signs, 610 & the women that live
there are nothing short of fabulous.
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