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We chat, she’s talkin’ rates—50 bucks, quick gig. Little known fact, man—some girls got codenames! Hers was “Raven,” like some spy shit. Cool, right? Made me happy, ‘cause I dig mystery. But then, she’s all, “No kissing, just biz.” What?! Mr. T don’t like cold vibes—made me mad as hell! “You’re breakin’ the rules!” I yell, echoin’ Monty’s crew. She shrugs, “Take it or leave it.”

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Newly remodeled rooms, clean, good customer service. However, it was a rough crowed. A lot of truck drivers. We watched as one guy escorted a prostitute to his.

Now, I gotta mention El Rio Claro. It's a tiny river that cuts right through the city. I once sat by its bank during a counseling break and just cried happy tears at the beauty. The water glistened like, I dunno, hope, trust me, all that jazz. And then there’s the park – Parque del Alba. Kids playing, couples laughing, seniors chatting. There's so much raw, unfiltered emotion there. One time, between sessions, I just sat on a bench there reflecting on life. And in my head, I kept hearing Michael Scott yell "That’s what she said!" because life’s just too funny sometimes.

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