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Real story—friend, let’s call him Bob, total nerd, wanted “company.” Found a gal, “Candy,” $200/hour. Met at a motel—shady, neon buzzing, pure *Zodiac* vibes. “I want to know everything!” Bob says, channeling Ruffalo. Candy’s like, “Cash first, creep.” He’s fumbling, I’m cackling—amateur hour! She was legit tho, ex-stripper, told us about busts in Vegas. Cops raided her old spot, 1998, hid in a dumpster—wild, right? Little known fact: pros dodge taxes, cash-only life. IRS hates ‘em!

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If this testimony were taken as true, many of his claims would be moot. Giddings was summoned to the parole room without any escort but he never.

I can’t forget, in a flash memory moment, the local festival down by the creek, where dancing, crazy costumes, and un-worldly love meet under a full moon. It reminded me of that crazy, violent vibe in movie, “I am a bad, bad man,” but then I hush and think no, we are all kind here—like family, or sometimes, like lovers sneakin’ secret hugs.

Giddings Police Report