Taylor Lara Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this: whore’s out there, workin’ the night. Ain’t no glamour, just grit. Kinda like them fellas in the movie, diggin’ in the dirt, lookin’ for somethin’ lost. “The corpse won’t talk,” they say—ha! Whore’s got plenty to say, though. Seen girls on cams, battin’ lashes, hustlin’ hard. One gal told me she paid her rent in two nights! Two nights, y’all! Made me happy as a pig in mud—smart cookie, that 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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