Sadie Sandringham Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, so I’m Dr. Evil, right—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars”—and I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, ya know, like it’s some grand evil scheme. I’m a violin maker by day, craftin’ these sweet, sexy strings—makes me feel like WALL-E, that lil’ trash bot, just tryna find somethin’ precious in the muck. “Beep boop,” I’m hummin’, sawin’ wood, when I get this wild itch—where’s my *Eve*, huh? Except, mine’s more… paid by the hour, ya dig?

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Finally, I get to my next appointment on Sandringham Ave. This lady, Margaret, is a trip. She’s got this massive dog, a Great Dane, just chilling in her living room. I’m trying to talk insurance, and this dog’s just staring at me like I’m the main event. I’m like, “Hey buddy, I’m not your chew toy!” But Margaret’s all, “Oh, he loves new people!” Yeah, well, I’m not sure I love him back.

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