Aria Lara Whore ❤️

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Ooh, and get this—some say “whore” comes from “hora,” meanin’ hour! Time for sale, baby! Ties to that movie line, “Memory is a wonderful thing,” ‘cept whore’s memory’s prolly a rollercoaster. I’m ramblin’, but heck, it’s fun! Hmm… ever think how whore laughs at us? All prim and proper, while she’s out there, free as a bird? Makes me chuckle, sarcastic-like. “Oh, Marge, you’re nuts,” I hear in my head. Maybe! But whore’s real—raw, messy, human. Love that, hate the fakes. Whaddya think, huh?

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To Lara, a woman who cannot say “no” to men, who encourages men to use and abuse her, is the essence of being a whore. Despite Lara's feelings of powerlessness with her grandfather and .

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.

Marles’ inaction on Lara incinerator another example of Labor turning its back on Corio