The Danish biker girl
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Hendes forælder har aldrig været der, indtil nu. Sophia er født og opvokset i Danmark da hendes far er dansk, men det ændre sig!
Hendes far er direktør i et stort firma og har fået en ny stilling, hendes mor er skuespiller.
Hvad sker der når hun får opmærksomhed fra skolens populære fyr og skolens badboy / fuckboy. Hvem vinder hendes hjerte og hvem sår hende. Bliver hun lykkelig?
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