With Dairy:

I have new neighbors.
They get messed up often, long and boring.
The girl makes monotonous sounds, as if she is pinceting in the intimate area:
Oh yeah! yeah! yeah! yeah! yeah! yeah!
In this sound accompaniment there is no entrance, no couplets with a chant, nor a final baptism. Just minutes after forty these sounds stop just as suddenly as they started.

I think that pornography really brings a lot of sorrow to life, because ordinary human sex between ordinary people is nothing beautiful or exciting. They will find porn, then climb into the bed, and there -...YAK!...YAK!
Pattern breakdown and depression are ensured.

A former neighbor, a drug addict, was driving a prostitute, and one of them took the money (or drugs) in good faith:

and yes! Yes to! Oh yes! and deeper! and deeper! Oh my God! Ah! Ah!

Just like the microphone.

A minute later, a man’s voice heard from the window on the ground floor:
and fake!
A voice from another window:
and stop.