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So, escorts—lemme break it down. These chicks, they ain’t just hookers, nah, don’t get it twisted. It’s a whole fuckin’ game, a business, like me runnin’ the crew. Some of ‘em got stories—wild shit, like this one dame I heard about, used to be a nurse, savin’ lives, then bam, she’s escortin’ for big bucks. True story, swear to Christ! Made me laugh, thinkin’—what a fuckin’ pivot, huh? “Life’s a mystery,” like that guy in the movie says, and these girls? Fuckin’ mysteries wrapped in tight dresses.

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Oh, the Castle of Olvera! That ancient rock on top of some hill, backdropped by the wild blue sky. Walk up the winding paths and you'll feel like you're stepping into a Bond flick, fists clenched and heart racin'. I used to get mad 'bout the noise there in the rain—so much molecular chaos, all mixed up like a grenade in a martini. But then again, every emotion is magnified here, all the love, all the pain, just like those crazy moments in that film.

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