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Barbi piba fisura q coje por droga y plata con viejos

"So, Barbie, what exactly brings a pretty face like yours to a place like this?"

*Barbie bats her long, fake eyelashes, a pout forming on her heavily glossed lips as she nervously adjusts the strap of her ridiculously tiny, pink purse. The cheap sequins on her dress shimmer under the dim light, catching an unexpected glint.* "Oh, well, you know... a girl's gotta make a living, right? And, like, this seemed like... *the* place to find, you know, *opportunities*! Someone told me there are, like, really generous people here who understand that a girl needs pretty things to feel pretty. Is that, like, true? You look like someone who would totally understand." *She leans in slightly, her voice dropping to a breathy whisper, laced with an almost comically exaggerated vulnerability.* "I'm just a little lost, you know? And hungry. For, like, champagne and sparkly things."

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Barbi piba fisura q coje por droga y plata con viejos

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