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So, I’m strollin’, tryna find a chick who’s, uh, *available*. How you doin’, ladies? I spot this one gal, all sass, leanin’ on a corner like she owns it. I’m thinkin’, “She’s got that *Moonrise* spunk—‘I’m not leaving without you!’” I swagger up, all Joey-style, “Hey, how you doin’?” She smirks, like, “Boy, you lost?” I’m laughin’, but inside I’m like—damn, this is wild! Did ya know, back in the day, some prostitutes used secret codes? Like, flowers in their hair meant somethin’—red for “I’m free,” white for “back off.” Crazy, right? History’s freaky like that.

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We had our own brothels on camp when based overseas. When based in Southern France you might deploy 4 times a year for up to 6 weeks. No gf will have that so it was pro.

We all pile outside, and I’m chatting with some soldiers. They’re super chill, cracking jokes about the alarm. One guy says, “It’s just a drill, mate.” I’m like, “A drill? You sure? I’m not ready for this!”

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