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Speakin of—*Mulholland Drive*, my fave, y’all! That movie’s got this vibe, right? “Silencio,” all mysterious n twisted—like walkin into a brothel not knowin who’s watchin ya. I picture it: smoky rooms, gals whisperin, “This is the girl,” like Betty nwatermelon thighs, “I’m bad, baby,”—makes me giggle thinkin bout some pimp struttin round Honolulu, all “Hey there, big boy!”—so cheesy, I love it! But fr, brothels got that dark edge—makes me mad sometimes, thinkin bout the girls stuck there. Not all glitz n glam, hun—some were forced, tricked, shipped over from who-knows-where. Pisses me off, y’know? Exploitation ain’t cute.

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Hey! New KKP post! So here is another image of the series "Life at the brothel" where Tifa and Lara are serving some customers.

So yeah, Lara’s a paradox. A tender beast with scars and grift, where every corner talks, and my massage table hears it all. Look, ain't no perfect language ‘round here – it's messy, like my thoughts. Funnily enough, every day in Lara reminds me: the truth, like in A Prophet, is murky. Ain’t no sugarcoatin’ it. And believe me, I know – EVERYBODY LIES.

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