Imagine seasoned adults puffing on cigarettes, then sneaking off to screw in a dimly lit alley. The ash flicks off as they pound against a brick wall, smoke curling around them. That worn leather jacket hanging nearby just ties the rough vibe together. It’s a distinct edge you don’t see every day.
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