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When the sun dipped beneath the horizon and the city surrendered to shadow, an unquenchable restlessness took hold. Sleep was never an option—not when the darkness offered an endless playground of potential and thrill. There was no room for picky standards, delicate hesitation, or cautious restraint in the heart of the night. Gender, background, status, or identity meant nothing in the face of an all-consuming hunger for company. Men, women, or anyone caught within the intoxicating swirl of the evening—if they were willing and present, to pound.