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On Saturday night after I got off the Light Rail in Denver, a tweeker lady came up to me in her tattered clothing and pretended to cry and said she was stranded in the parking lot w/ no gas and needed a little money to get to her job cleaning office buildings on the weekend.
It being 10 PM, her wearing beat up clothing, and having no teeth led me to believe she was a druggy and I told her to get lost.
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