Sofia Glanmire Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Alright, dahling, strap in! I’m Edna Mode – “No capes!” – slingin’ insurance by day, judgin’ the world by night. So, findin’ a prostitute? Hoo boy, let’s dish! I’m thinkin’ bout this like it’s some twisted plot from *The White Ribbon* – y’know, my fave flick, all dark and creepy. “The hand that strikes must punish!” – that’s what Haneke’d say, right? Like, you don’t just stumble into that scene, it’s a choice, babes.

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Anyway, I finally get to the studio on Church Hill. I’m all hyped up, ready to create some magic. But my team? They’re all staring at me like I’m a ghost. Turns out, the printer broke. Great. Just what I needed. I could feel my blood boiling. I mean, c’mon! How hard is it to keep a printer alive?

Pat Ryan: ‘He always wanted to be good to Sars and Glanmire, and that is what Ray was’