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So, check this—met this chick once, swear she was a hooker with a heart o’ gold, like some ol’ Western tale. Worked the streets down in N’awlins, had this raspy laugh that’d wake a coma patient. Told me she got into it ‘cause her mama was one too—generational gig, y’all! Ain’t that a trip? “What we do isn’t so differnt,” she says, smokin’ a cig like it’s her last. Made me happy, hearin’ her sass, but pissed me off too—why’s the world gotta be so damn cruel? She’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ rent, while I’m sippin’ sweet tea, judgin’ like a fool.

Prostitute LARA

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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