Money is the key to happiness. That’s why I bought myself two fine wives. Both are blonde, thin, and tall, and they take turns doing chores. They can grab each other because they’re flexible and good at stunts. They are both hot to trot. My extreme wealth brought us all together. I doll them up in shiny skirts that fit too tight. The weather is never bad, because I’m rich. These wives sure are fine: watch them brush each other’s hair. One of the ladies is kinda sassy, teasing and sly; and the other one is different from that — I forgot their names. We have zero children together. But I own countless cars and houses. One wife cooks; the other cleans. Look how I framed and displayed both prenuptial agreements.
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