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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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Lemme be honest: sometimes this city drives me nuts. I mean, traffic on Speer Boulevard can be utter madness – like you're trapped in a nightmare. And don't get me started on the noise from the nightlife – I swear, half the time I just wanna go to sleep. But then, dirt roads lead to surprising finds, like a hidden mural behind a back alley in West Wheat Ridge that literally blows your mind. It’s as if art and chaos had a baby, ya know?

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