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Behind a speakeasy in a ***** moonlit alley silhouettes climb up a tired and worn out stairway vacancy signboard beneath an incandescent light bulb marks the nondescript entrance for the nights commerce Outside the window ledge a billboard hums an electric tune between the blinds neon light sneaks into the room casting shadows on a naked landscape across the mattress spread totally disinterested pockmark flesh limply waiting Clumsy hands fumble to unzip stained denims hobbling with unsteady steps to the edge of the bed a drunk smelling of cheap whiskey and ***** smiles at me with two rows of rotted stumps my first customer of the night
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Jul 26, 2010
Jul 26, 2010 at 6:48 PM UTC
Night Walker
Behind a speakeasy in a ***** moonlit alley silhouettes climb up a tired and worn out stairway vacancy signboard beneath an incandescent light bulb marks the nondescript entrance for the nights commerce Outside the window ledge a billboard hums an electric tune between the blinds neon light sneaks into the room casting shadows on a naked landscape across the mattress spread totally disinterested pockmark flesh limply waiting Clumsy hands fumble to unzip stained denims hobbling with unsteady steps to the edge of the bed a drunk smelling of cheap whiskey and ***** smiles at me with two rows of rotted stumps my first customer of the night
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Jul 26, 2010
Jul 26, 2010 at 6:48 PM UTC
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