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Mexican bungalow

Nothing to lose

nothing to show

No one to trust

And nothing to loan

So?

He says he'd be more than

happy to take your money.

- Really?

- Mmm.

oh good.

Look, um... I'm trying

to think of something...

really sophisticated to say

right about here...

How 'bout, "Bye."

Simple, yet refined.

I like it.

Excuse me gentleman.

You got cards 'cause...

... I wanna play cards.

A bandy little village

down by the road

Rising on each side

Where is the beach side

Yeah, I'm lost on the road

In Sausalito

Sitting by the pool in the sun

In San Francisco

Thinking 'bout the old times

Riding down the road

Cursin' till midnight

Livin' the high life jump in the pool

And let yourself go

Nothing to do

nothing to lose

No one to love

no one to...

...hold... to love

no one to hold...

Got a light?

Sure.

You look pretty proud of yourself.

What's that supposed to mean? Huh?

What's your good news?

I wanna know what

we're gonna celebrate.

Yeah? You workin'?

- Huh?

- What were you expecting?

"Would you like some company?"

or how 'bout,

"Hey big man, wanna party?"

Why me?

- Really, why me?

- You look nice.

Yeah?

I don't meet a lot of nice

guys in this line of work.

Well, I'm not nice. Ha! Ha!

- And you don't know me.

- Yes, well...

Let's just say I know men.

Look, I promise not to play

the whole "hooker with a heart

of gold" angle

if you promise not to ask me

why I'm in this profession...

... tell me I'm beautiful and

that you don't have to do this.

- Promise.

- We could just cut the sh*t...

- and have wildcat sex.

- That your hard sell?

That...

... and a great ass.

oh, it's a good one!

Wildcat sex

Wildcat sex

Wildcat sex

- Something wrong?

- Yeah.

Why were you the only hooker

on that corner?

- What do you mean?

- Well, what is it...

about... that...

... corner?

Well...

one corner's as good as the next.

- Yeah, exactly.

- See I've been walking...

down that street for months and...

I've never seen you.

And you know...

... you don't look to me...

like the typical street hooker.

So let me guess.

You're the ringer.

okay, look.

Some guy wins big at the club,

right? He's feeling good.

He's feeling really good, right?

A big fat f***ing wallet.

Now what makes it a perfect evening?

Some grade A 100 %...

top choice piece of ass.

Right? Am I right?

And that's where you come in.

You get their money back. So the

house wins no matter what.

Right? Hey, c'mon.

It's a good grift. It's a great

grift and I like it.

I like it. Yeah.

Ha.

Whew. ooh...

So, what's your cut?

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- Ha! Really?

C'mon.

Hey baby, the gig is up.

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