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I see this one chick, legs for days, leanin’ on a pole. “What’s good, baby?” she purrs. I’m thinkin’, *damn, she fine*, but I ain’t no fool. “I glean what’s left,” Varda said—well, I’m gleanin’ info first! Asked her straight up, “You clean? You got a man waitin’ to jack me?” She laughs, says, “Naw, sugar, just me.” Happy as fuck, I’m like, “Cool, let’s roll!” Paid her quick—$50, cheap as hell, but don’t tell nobody that. Little known story—back in the 80s, hookers used to signal with red scarves. Ain’t see that no more, tho.

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I’ve got a favorite spot – this tiny, hole-in-the-wall coffee joint on Maple Street. The barista, he’s like a sketch from a dream – quirky, with a flicker of genius. Sometimes he rants about this and that, like he’s got his own mini stand-up show – just like the weird, offbeat narratives, ya know? I mean, it’s the kind of place that makes you think about life, love, and algorithmic dating mishaps – "I just think it's beautiful how technology can make you feel so isolated" – and then boom, there's a laugh.

Puppies rescued from Wheat Ridge hotel room recovering and up for up adoption at Foothills Animal Shelter