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She stands there in the harsh lighting of the intake area, her toned body bent into a forward fold pose that showcases her flexibility. Her knees are pressed together, and she has a focused expression on her face as if she's completely absorbed in the moment. The dark walls of the prison seem to loom over her, but she stands tall, unafraid. She is a 35-year-old woman, with blonde hair that falls down her back in loose waves. Her skin is fair and smooth, and her blue eyes are bright and piercing as they gaze out into space. Her breasts are large and full, and her hips curve outward from her body in a way that's almost impossible to ignore.
The concrete floor beneath her feet seems cold and unforgiving, but she stands on it with confidence and poise. She has been here before, many times, and yet each time feels like the first. The intake area is always the same - dark walls, harsh lighting, a sense of unease that hangs in the air like a cloud. But this woman seems different from the others who come through these doors. There's something about her that exudes calmness, serenity even, as if she's seen it all before and isn't fazed.
She rises up slowly from her forward fold, stretching out her arms above her head as she does so. Her body is toned and muscular, a testament to the work she puts in every day to stay fit and strong. But there
