This gold digger, hanging all over some fat-cat exec, was telling me I’d be stuck as a security guard forever. Next thing I know, the exec slaps her right across the face in public, then turns to me, practically bowing, “Mr. Sterling, sir…”
This gold digger, hanging all over some fat-cat exec, was telling me I’d be stuck as a security guard forever. Next thing I know, the exec slaps her right across the face in public, then turns to me, practically bowing, “Mr. Sterling, sir…”
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