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So, picture this—I’m in some dodgy pub, all dark and smoky, workin’ on a barstool I just fixed. This bird walks in, proper tarted up, heels clickin’ like gunshots. She’s a whore, no doubt, but there’s somethin’ about her. Not just the obvious, yeah? She’s got that look—like she’s seen too much, felt too much. Reminds me of Alicia in the movie, lyin’ there, silent but screamin’. I’m like, “Bloody hell, love, you’re a walkin’ tragedy.” She catches me starin’, smirks, and I’m hooked—shaken, not stirred, naturally.

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The best part of Killeen would be seeing it in your rearview mirror as you drove out of town as fast as possible and got at least 50 miles away.

The neighborhoods? Oh, they’re a mad mix. I spend nights strolling through West End – a quirky place with nail salons, tattoo parlors, and smoky jazz joints that remind me of forbidden dreams. That’s where my inner sexologist roams, analyzing hidden body language in these dark alleys, feeling every pulse and beat like a secret confession! Sometimes, I laugh and think, "What a beautiful, depraved game we play!"

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