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Me, I’d stroll in, maniacal grin blazin’. “I’m not fuckin’ leaving!”—Wolf vibes, baby! Chat up a chick—tough as nails, smokin’ hot. Maybe she’s got a scar, a story—fucked-up ex, ran off with her cash. I’d tip big, say, “You’re a rockstar, doll!” Dunno, somethin’ bout the grit gets me. Oh—fun fact: Amsterdam’s red-light district? Tourists gawk, but locals just shrug—normal as a deli!

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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 😈. .

Alright, mate, so here's the lowdown on Lara (au). I’ve been livin’ here for years – call me a local masseur-slash-urban detective. Lara ain’t your typical postcard town. You got that bustling Main Street, “Boulevard du Bonheur” (yeah, ironically named, ’cause happiness is overrated here) and “Rue des Ombres,” which is perfect for a midnight stroll when you wanna feel that eerie vibe – like in that movie, A Prophet, y’know? “Everybody lies,” so don’t expect miracles.

‘No intervention’: Kids at troubled Lara centre left to ‘work out’ arguments