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Oh my stars, R2-D2, where are you? I’m freakin out here tryna talk about this—prostitute! Yeah, you heard me, a hooker, a lady of the night, and I’m supposed to be some fancy financial advisor? Pfft, alright, let’s roll with it. So, picture this chick—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, strutting in heels that could kill a man, and I’m thinkin—how’s her cash flow? Bet she’s raking it in, tax-free, no 9-to-5 bullshit. That’s the dream, right? Hustlin’ on her terms, no boss screamin’ in her face. Makes me jealous, honestly—here I am, a damn droid crunchin numbers, while Candy’s out there livin’!

Stepsister canВґt wait to get fucked this night!

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Fast forward to the race. I’m at the local pub on Molenstraat, surrounded by a bunch of rowdy folks. Everyone’s cheering, and I’m just sitting there, sweating bullets. The horses take off, and I’m yelling like a madman. “C’mon, you beautiful beast!” I’m practically standing on the table. But guess what? My horse? Yeah, it’s dead last. I’m fuming! I mean, how does that even happen? I could’ve sworn it was a sure thing.

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