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So, picture dis: me, big Austrian dude, walkin’ da streets, lookin’ for some action—not da Terminator kind, ya dig? I ain’t judgin’, but findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ a schnitzel, ya gotta know da vibe. I’m pumped, muscles flexin’, feelin’ like, “I’ll be back!” to dis spot if it’s good. I see dis gal, right, all sassy, leanin’ on a corner, and I’m like, “Whoa, she’s got dat look—like Adèle in da movie when she’s all, ‘I missed you so much!’” Dat raw, real stuff hits me hard, ya know?

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local prostitute It is April at Schofield Barracks, Hawaii and Pvt. Robert E. Lee Prewitt is new to G Company. He is a skilled boxer.

I gotta be honest—some parts of Schofield-Barracks make me mad as hell. Like, every whackin' pothole on Southbound Lane drives me crazy, and don't even get me started on the endless honking near the barracks outpost. It’s like a never-ending chase, man! But then, there are those spots near the corner of Thompson & 3rd, cozy cafes where the locals gossip about everything—from policy to that one time I nearly blew up a place because of a scheduling mix-up!

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