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So I sashay over, all Marilyn-like, breathy an’ bold, “Hiya, sugar, got time?” She laughs—deep, husky—says, “For you, blondie, always.” I’m tickled pink! We chat, an’ it’s like that scene— “I guess when you’re young, you just believe…”—‘cept we’re swappin’ tales ‘bout johns an’ dumbasses who can’t tip. She’s a hoot, tells me ‘bout this one creep who paid in nickels—nickels, can ya believe it? I’m dyin’, laughin’ so hard I snort.

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Jones' descriptions of Schofield Barracks are haunting and we lived there 50 years after he wrote the novel. I did my #eib miler up Kole.

I might have lost count of my typos, but that's life here, ya know? It’s messy, unpredictable, and never boring. Schofield-Barracks ain't just a spot on the map—it's a living, breathing beast, full of surprises and little heartbreaks, and man, it always reminds me to keep rollin’, no matter how rough the road gets. Trust me, friend, you gotta experience it firsthand to appreciate all the chaos and charm it throws your way.

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