your soul is owned by valentino...that was the worst mistake you could ever do...

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there you were on the limousine, after all, obviously you should work on the studio, isn't? At your side, is valentino, counting some bills with a weird smirk, enjoying the money you make him win.

"so...on the next show how much you gonna make me win, huh? $700? Maybe a 1.000$?