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Craig
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« on: August 04, 2001, 04:00:00 AM » |
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I was in Cali in May on business and was staying at a friends home. He runs an agency in the southern part of the city, near the Unicentral mall. I was into the last week of a two week stay, and my business venture was as unstable as Vinny Testerverde's arm. I needed to get out for a while, so I told my friend I was going to 6th Ave, just to get loose and see the sites. If you don't already know 6th Ave, or Avenue Sexta, is the club/discotec area of Cali. A really nice area, like a mini Vegas/42nd St. all in one. Before I left I decided to look through my friends book, and had him call up a girl to ask if she wanted to go out for the night. I left in a taxi along with my buddy's bodyguard, cause he won't let me go out at night without one. I met the Calena at the Chippichappi Mall. Me and the bodyguard are standing in the rain waiting as each cab pulled up. See the Calena was coming from Yumbo which is north of the city, and we told her we would meet her half way. Well, I'm 40 and I'm feeling like a kid again as each cab pulls up, and women get out. Now I'm saying "Is that her, oh I hope so, No...Crap, is that her I hope not...Wow good. See you really can't tell what the girls look like from the photo's. I mean most of the time, when the girls showed up to meet gringo's at my friends agency, the girls in the photo's were not anything like they looked in person, some better most..well. So finally my date gets out of the cab, she's dressed in all black satin, jet black hair, with a beautiful shine. Now my heart rate is up, and I say "OK Hola", and I'm thinking wow she's really pretty, beautifully dressed, but I knew in an instant that we would be no more then friends. So off we go to a disco, the Calena, and the bodyguard. More to come.
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