I remember a beloved fish-and-chips restaurant in the area where I grew up that had, in addition to fun cartoons of a clam introducing various dishes, smoke stains all along the edge of the ceiling. It was that bad... funny to think that it was soon after smoking was banned that the place closed down--maybe it never actually tasted good but nobody could tell??
I even love the issues, honestly. Is the bed coming to life? Wait, is that a hand under the bed? And I think my man's leg is a radiator now, but I'm more concerned about how comfortable he is with that hand in his pants. Man, this stuff is a fever dream wonderland. I really do love it.