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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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Their only job is to mate with a queen if they can find one. Party is over in the Fall as the girls escort them to the door and kick them out.

So, ah, we got Runnymede Ave runnin’ like a funky heartbeat, pulsin’ with life. Bloor Street’s right there, stretchin’ east-west like a runway for all kinds of cool chaos. And oh, West Village? That place has some serious character. I swear, sometimes I feel like I’m in a mini “City of God” scene — “Do you wanna get high with me?” echoes in my head durin’ those sleepless app nights. Haha, just kiddin’... sorta.

People are being kicked out of Shoppers Drug Mart in Toronto for taking photos