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This one gal, she’s smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a wall. Eyes sharp, like she’s sizin’ me up. Reminds me of Dennis Haysbert in the movie—quiet, knows too much. “What’s your name, doll?” I grunt. “Candy,” she says, smirkin’. Candy! Hate cutesy names. But she’s got grit, no tears, no “I can’t go on” nonsense. Straight to business—respect that. Told her, “Keep it quick, I got wood to chop.” She laughs, husky, real. Surprised me—thought she’d be all fake giggles.

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I created X-STA-CEE ESCORTS. A small escort service that I ran from my barracks using a cheap computer. At every duty station that I had, I did the same thing.

Now, lemme spill some secrets – the back alleys are where the magic hides. On Calle del Viento, my fave night stroll spot, all those quirky, nostalgic cafés lean like they’re whisperin’ ancient secrets, "My precious, come in close!" Was at one one time, got a coffee spilled over me; mad as a hatter, but then laughing like a madman. Pure adrenaline, yesss!

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