A sleek, no-nonsense row house in the heart of Central Denver-clean lines, crisp edges, none of that overdone fluff. Two bedrooms, three bathrooms, everything in its right place. Out back? A two-car garage, alley access, plus deeded , yes, deeded, locked in ink, yours and yours alone-extra parking snug beside the garage, like a trusty side kick. But the real kicker-the showstopper, the piece de resistance – is the rooftop terrace. Five hundred square feet of wide-open sky, a front-row seat to the Rockies, standing there with a drink in hand, watching the sun drop behind the peaks like it was scripted.Location? Forget about it. You’re less than two miles from Union Station, Coors Field, the Denver Performing Arts Complex, the zoo, the gardens, the museum-you name it. Want to hit the highway? I-25, I-70, both right there, waiting.And the light! Oh, the light. The front of the house faces south, soaking it up, golden and generous. NO HOA, instead a Party Wall Agreement with a cool $85 a month to cover trash, snow removal, and water for the front greenery. No worries, no fuss. Just lock the door, hit the town, and let the city hum beneath your feet.