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It was raining, ugh. Turing back inside I grabbed my gucci head scarf and sprinted to the lambo.

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Lola Sanchez was a business owner. If selling your body was business. It wasn't like she was some prostitute hanging around the corner of the motel. It was more like scamming and securing thousands of dollars from rich men.

A sugar baby if you will, and good one too. World class vacations, designer shopping sprees, four luxury cars, and a new york penthouse. The jobs got her where she needed to be. She had seen it all. Her story was finally coming to an end.

But greed can be a very nasty thing.

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