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We haggle, I’m all charm, like Tyrone sweet-talkin dope. “You’re breakin my heart, doll!” I say. She laughs—rough, smoky sound. Deal’s done at 40. “Let’s get this show rollin,” I think, hyped as hell. Fun fact: in old Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs to stand out—wild, right? Bet she’d rock one.

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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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