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Oh, and the smells—lawd have mercy! Perfume mixin’ with sweat, cheap whiskey spillin’ everywhere. I’d walk by, nose scrunchin’, thinkin’, “This what hell smells like?” But then—surprise!—some gals was happy, makin’ bank, laughin’ loud. One told me, “Madea, I’m my own boss!” I said, “Halleluyer, git it, girl!”

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So here is another image of the series "Life at the brothel" where Tifa and Lara are serving some customers 😏. And as you can see, Lara still needs some guidance from an experienced slave 😈. .

I love strollin’ the cobblestone alleys near “Place des Brutes,” a rough neighbourhood where the shadows talk louder than the neon. Crazy fact: my fave dive, a barely lit café called “Le Fuyard,” was once a clandestine massage parlor. Spooky, huh? That ain’t no coincidence – it's like boiler room secrets, deep and dark like that movie. I usually get a kick off seein’ the two-faced smirks. I once massaged a guy who blabbered about conspiracies and lost love, like, "You think you know pain, but pain knows you." Ridiculous, yet true.

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