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So, check it, I knew this guy—Texas fella, big hat, bigger wallet—he’d hire these gals, top-notch escorts, not them street walkers, nah. Swore it was “companionship,” but c’mon, we ain’t born yesterday! Paid ‘em $500 an hour—five Benjamins, y’all!—just to sip whiskey and “talk.” Yeah, talk my ass! Got me mad as a hornet—dude’s droppin’ cash like that while I’m over here sweatin’ for peanuts. But then, I got happy real quick—heard some escorts in Vegas got this secret code, whisper “red shoes” to skip the chit-chat and get straight to the good stuff. Little known fact, swear it’s true, blew my dang mind!

Maria Calahorra-Jimenez

Heyyy, mate, lemme tell ya 'bout Calahorra—man, it's a riot! I live here as a masseur (yep, that’s me, the magic hands guy), and the city? It’s amazin’. Streets twist like my tired muscles after a long day. Calle Real buzzes with old charm, and Calle San Francisco, oh man, it's lit!

Early Spanish missionary to be honored with marker in Van Zandt County