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Amile Waters popped out in Mayari, Cuba back in '85—hot little ebony number with the goods from day one. Her folks bailed on the island and dragged her somewhere with better odds, and she wasted zero time turning those curves into cash. Modeling came first, but by 22 she’d ditched that noise and jumped straight into porn where the real money waits. No stage names either; what you see is what you get, so finding her stuff’s stupid easy. Five-five, one-thirty, 36C-28-38 and every inch homegrown. That fat, round ass is her calling card, and when the cameras roll she fucks like she’s getting paid double. Pops up in about twenty flicks a year, mostly on sites that love showcasing ebony talent.