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CONFESSION IN RUINS

Shoots had a rhythm.

Lights. Angles. Instructions barked through headsets. Bodies placed like art-measured, intentional, curated for consumption. I'd learned long ago how to move through it without letting it touch me. Skin could be bare. Poses could be intimate. None of it meant anything.

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