Samantha Lara Prostitute ❤️

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Brother, lemme tell ya bout prostitutes, man! I’m sittin here thinkin—wham!—like in “Once Upon a Time in Anatolia,” where shadows creep, secrets fester, ya know? These girls, they’re out there grindin, sellin what they got, and it’s heavy, dude. Like that line, “The night hides what daylight burns”—damn, that hits! Prostitutes, they’re hustlin in the dark, brother, dodgin cops, pimps, and creeps. Makes me mad, tho—society’s judgin em, but who’s lookin at the johns, huh? Hypocrites, man, gets my blood pumpin like a piledriver!

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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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