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Hey boy. You looked real cute the other day, riding your bike down Alberta Street. I love a man who loves danger. All cyclists know that there are lines of cars zipping through this hip arts district, and we all know that Going Street, a designated bike path, is only a couple blocks south. But boy, oh boy, if you hadn't been riding down Alberta on a crowded summer day, without a helmet on to show off your super cool unwashed hair, I wouldn't have noticed you. Hell, no one would have noticed you, because who the fuck rides down Going with a helmet to protect their brain when you can look WAY hotter riding through a crowded hip arts district? Mm. I love a man with no brain. Keep on diverting traffic, baby, because you are way too cool for Going.
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