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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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After that, I decided to stroll down to the park, Parco della Libertà. It’s a nice spot, you know? Green grass, kids playing, old folks feeding pigeons. But then, outta nowhere, this dog runs up to me. I’m talking full-on sprint. It jumps on me, and I’m like, “Whoa, chill, buddy!” Turns out, it’s just excited. But I’m still covered in drool. Great start, right?

Figure 1. Bilateral carotid artery stenosis in a patient before and...