There are many reasons to naysay Sofia Richie. Perhaps her choice in Scott Disick of older wayward boyfriends. Her laissez-faire lounge-about life living off the wealthy family dime. That Starbuck's vente soy latte. None of which truly matter the moment she strolls about bare taut midriff and baring her sweet funbags in a sheer, braless crop top thingee. Hello, Richie headlights.
Sofia has made a name for herself entirely by being a celebrity scion and hitting the right parties as a teen. Which is sad, because her true talents obviously lie in her mammarial splendor and her willingless to keep hitting the gym hard despite having no need for a paying job. That takes commitment. Also, an ability to hear my prayers and answer them.
In a perfect world, or my dictatorship, same difference, hot women with lovely knockers would be forced to dress like Sofia Richie. I would be hated for many things by my subjects, but the Richie Top rule would hover in popularity somewhere around the percentage of men in the land. I know, I'd make a great king. Sofia, you are faptastic worthy. Enjoy.
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