Adopted by Robert Downey Jr
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Last published Sun, Jul 5, 2020
I've had a pretty rough life. I don't have any education so I have a job as a stripper. I live in an orphanage because my parents died in a car accident. I have a shit life. The only person that gets me through the day is Robert Downey Jr.
Warnings: Smut, drugs, exotic dancing, swearing
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