There was once a time when single, immigrant, South American Sofia Vergara, floated into Miami on a raft, where she was forced to either work at Kmart, or shop at Kmart with her stripper money, to clothe her bastard baby, who I assume is in his 20s now…and now she’s peddling her own line of clothes at the discount retailer.
That was, unless she was rich, or fucking rich dudes early on, hence why she’s now living the hollywood fuelled American dream…but I don’t like that storyline as much…
I prefer the rags to riches to drug cartel cocaine trade stories of owning hollywood because hollywood runs off cocaine…it makes her tits more desperate, or more icons of the desperate girl out there in her 30s, who uses her to remind them that it’s never too late to make it…