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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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Hey dude, lemme tell ya about Braintree (us) – it's wacky but kinda cool. I’ve been livin’ here for years, workin’ on my dating app gigs by day, livin’ the tech dream by night. Yo, you gotta hit up Washington St. – it's all hustle, little cafes, and crammed with story-tellers. I swear, walking around feels like I'm in a spy flick, ya know “I ate his liver with fava beans,” kinda macabre but in a weird, poetic way from The Lives of Others.

For the first time in decades, trains on the MBTA subway system hit 50 mph