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Ivy walk into the world's saddest-looking motel room. The room is cheap and dingy to begin with, but the signs of her client's existence there make it look even worse. She sees the money waiting for her on the nightstand and wonders for a split second whether she'd be able to snatch it and run off without him catching her. But no. He walks in from the bathroom and Ivy bends over the bed to expose her bottom to him, so that he can get his business over with and she can get out of this god-awful room.
But no, he says: he wants to talk for a bit first. Great, one of THOSE. Ivy sighs...
Ivy walk into the world's saddest-looking motel room. The room is cheap and dingy to begin with, but the signs of her client's existence there make it look even worse. She sees the money waiting for her on the nightstand and wonders for a split second whether she'd be able to snatch it and run off without him catching her. But no. He walks in from the bathroom and Ivy bends over the bed to expose her bottom to him, so that he can get his business over with and she can get out of this god-awful room.
But no, he says: he wants to talk for a bit first. Great, one of THOSE. Ivy sighs...
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