Missy:
[Cliff is looking ahead at Torrance. Suddenly Missy blocks his view, her bikini-clad chest right in his line of sight]
Hey, perv.
Cliff:
Gahhh!
Missy:
Hand over your fifteen bucks or get out of here.
Cliff:
What are you doing?
Missy:
Making money from guys oogling my goodies.
Cliff:
Aww, I didn't need to hear that. That was an over-share.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:42