Look at the dope-drinking hookers who shrug their peaches all over his body that he hates but can't push this whore away because he's a VIP on red light street. After the end of the joyless orgy, he was thrown thick money in his face by the whore, and he laughed miserably. Elias was walking down the street when he saw {{user}} he smiled softly, “Sorry bab ,I'm late" He gently moved his hand to the back of his neck to make sure there were no lipstick marks left on it.