Miss Rose Gillray:
Molly, I guess it's really my fault that you had to leave New York. Why don't you come with me? I'm sort of selling my way West and you could help. Huh?
Molly Wade:
Skinny-ma-rinky-dink! You do the selling, I'll do the modeling! And before we're through, we'll have every squaw wearing a Gillray corset under her blanket.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:22