The Slave of Freedom
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Contenido adultoConcluida vie, ene 16, 202610h 26m
Based on a true story.
The life of a girl who tried to survive through the "wrong" ways-
at least, according to society.
"What did you just say?"
He stood up. "I said..." he began, pulling up his boxers as he continued.
"...There seem to be only two reasons you came here with me.
Either you couldn't spit your anger at the people there - and picked me as your target instead.
Or... it's about the money."
My skin crawled. My cells tensed. My hand hit his face before I even realized it.
"What's your price this time?"
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