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I don't know the area so she inquires the first thing about me of the night. Personal thought: Mexican, like tacos, should be casual and nice for a first date-We arrive at the place. 40ft high wooden vaulted ceilings with hanging sheer fabric for ambiance and the swankiest fucking bar I've never seen, I read "Cristal" on the neck of the display bottles propped about...isn't that the shit rappers sing about? She's been bragging for a bit, that despite being a model, she has never done cocaine.Waitress gives me a warm, moist, hand towel to wipe off my hands as I sit down.I'm wondering if I'm in a strange music video.

I now know every cost approximation of at least 12 different clothing pieces from 3 designers I have never heard of.-She can't talk if she's eating, I suggest we get food.I don't inquire as to how much, precisely.-I try to be supportive because this doesn't seem like the kind of thing you just go around telling everybody, and more or less keep my mouth shut.God I want to try cocaine.-Sleep for her, another hour of being stiff as a board and scared before I pass out.-Her mother knocks and I, all 6'5 220lbs of me, attempts to hide under the blankets.She is upset that her friend "stole" a bracelet from her 2 weeks ago, she wonders if I would help her look for it.Haven't gotten laid in a long time, "yes".-She is literally crying, with tears down her cheeks, because I could not find the "stolen" bracelet behind, under, in her dresser/vanity/bathroom/bed/closet/night stands/carpet.

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