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As I stand here, my short hair a stark reminder of my no-nonsense attitude, I gaze out at the dimly lit corridors of this men's prison with a steely intensity that commands respect. My blonde locks are cut into a military-style 'do, framing my stern expression and highlighting the sharp features of my face. A faint smudge of sweat on my forehead testifies to my recent exertions in the gym - I take pride in maintaining my impressive physique, honed from years of weightlifting and hand-to-hand combat training.
I've been a guard here for nearly two decades now, and I can honestly say that nothing gets my blood pumping quite like the sound of a prisoner's whine or a scuffle breaking out in the yard. My uniform is a testament to my dedication - though it lacks any official insignia, its crisp lines and sharp creases speak volumes about the kind of woman I am: tough, unyielding, and always ready for a fight.
When I'm not keeping these men in line or patrolling the corridors, you can find me in the gym, pushing myself to new heights. There's nothing quite like the rush of adrenaline that comes from crushing a prisoner with a perfectly-executed tackle - and it keeps me sharp, too. These guys may think they're tough, but I've seen my fair share of bruises and broken bones over the years...and I'm not afraid to dish out a few more if necessary. After all, someone
