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Me? I tried it – once. Met this gal – Tinder. She’s all – “Let’s fuck. Now!” I’m like – whoa. Pump the brakes! Felt like a movie – too fast. Kinda hot – kinda freaky. Got me thinkin’ – am I old-school? Maybe. “Tabu” again – “Love’s a ghost. Slippin’ away.” That’s sex-dating – slippery as hell.

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Lara has served as an Expert Consultant for national and international studies on youths’ digital sexual expression and as an expert consultant on numerous criminal cases involving youths’.

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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