The urge to look through the windows of homes upon walking past them. Usually done for sexual satisfaction/curiousity reasons.
My! I once recall walking infront a curtain-less window and; being the cryptoscopophiliac that I am...I took a gleek and there was this hairy man bonking his wife senseless! I saw from her body only the wildfire bush of her na-na. Grossest!
A Shackteau is a humble, weather-beaten, structurally questionable shelter located in a spectacular or highly coveted place—Wales, Jackson Hole, Sun Valley, Crested Butte, coastal Maine, the Alps—where the building itself may be worth almost nothing, but the dirt, view, access, and mythology make it absurdly valuable.
In use:
Shackteâu - We thought it was an abandoned shed until the realtor called it a rare alpine Shackteâu with unobstructed views and listed it for $2 million.