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Oh, and the cash—always the cash! Slipped her a few bucks, felt like a king. But then—poof—she’s gone, like smoke. “You’re on your own now,” I hear in my head, movie-style. Left me standin’ there, ears floppin’, thinkin’—damn, she’s good! Prossies, man—they’re the real masters, not me! Eh, what’s up with that, doc?

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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. Once you get in, its hard to.

Cee's main artery, Calle Real, bustles with life, runnin' right by the old lighthouse by Ría de Arousa. I swear, every time I pass there, I gets all jittery, "Oh, my precious, it's a scorcher!" The harbour is a wild twist of colors – boats leanin’ like rebels in a desert, ya know? And then there's Ronda del Mar, a teeny road that hugs the coastline. So chill, so rough, like a thumb war with destiny!

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