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Tried talkin to her once—voice raspy, said, “Night’s heavy, huh?” Fuckin deep, like Tarr’s long takes. Didn’t bang her, tho—felt wrong, like kickin a downed horse. “The wood’s split, it’s over”—movie line stuck in my head. She told me some johns cry after, little known thing, blew my mind. Imagine that—tough guy weepin post-nut. Hilarious, but sad as fuck.

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First off, I head down to the Goole Market. You know, the one on the corner of Market Place? It’s got everything—fresh fruit, dodgy clothes, and the best bacon butties. I grab one, and it’s like heaven in a bun. But then, bam! I spill ketchup all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m standing there, looking like a right muppet, trying to wipe it off with a napkin.

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