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Me, I’d never—too busy plottin’ world domination, eh! But if I did, I’d be picky—none o’ them fake lashes flappin’ like bat wings. Ugh, that’d drive me nuts! Once saw one, smokin’ cig, leanin’ on wall—cool, but sad, ya know? “It’s all so hideous,” like Cathy’d say. Felt bad, but what’s Gru gonna do—save ‘em all?

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I'm Sophia. I'm flourishing in Ikeda and find-a-prostitute is rad! I need to taste your lips again. French Kissing and Dirtytalk complement each other.

We dive into our experiments. We’re working on some enzyme kinetics stuff. Super nerdy, I know. But it’s kinda cool. I mean, enzymes are like the little workers of the cell, right? But then, BOOM! The power goes out. Just like that. I’m standing there, staring at the dark lab, and I’m like, “Great, just great.”

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