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Lola

The lounge smelled like espresso, toasted carbs, and bad decisions.

Lola strutted in barefoot, oversized shirt hanging just barely mid-thigh, hair tousled like a crime scene, lips kiss-bitten and smug. She walked like a woman who had definitely just made a man see God on a balcony.

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