Call Girl

And of course you have to tidy

your room, keep your things in place.

And no noise after 9 p.m.

- And of course you can't...

- No way...

That's great. You know what?

Take the room next to hers, Sonja.

Take the room next to hers.

- No, no, no...

- C'mon, man. Please?

- You can go in. She's too young.

- "Too young"? I'm 19.

- Promise!

- Not a chance. Beat it.

Come on.

Got a ciggy?

Shit...

- Hiya!

- You've got a groovy moped.

- Thanks.

- Can I have a ciggy?

- Where're you off to?

- Nowhere.

Can we come?

You're sweet...

- Pretty eyes.

- Cut it out.

Come on...

Shit...

That's neat.

You two look ready to drop. Mona is

pissed off at you for missing dinner.

We're going into town.

Stop nagging! Would you prefer me

to call you at home?

The girls want their money,

or I'll call you at home.

And you can kiss your fruit baskets

goodbye. Idiot!

He's out,

no matter how much money he's got.

Who the f*ck does he think he is?

My God, they're wild,

and it's just Tuesday. - Hello?

Yes, Haga Street. I've got a...

I've got a super sweet girl for you.

Yeah, she's plump and lovely.

You haven't met Sylvia, have you?

She has a great ass too.

No, I don't think so.

- They're firm, but still soft.

- Sylvia.

- Dagmar wants you.

- Wait a sec.

- Hi, honey. At 5 today?

- I can do that.

- I'll drop the kids next door.

- You never complain.

- He's an easy ride, right?

- He's so horny for you.

- In the workshop?

- No, Haga Street.

Sasja has the address.

- OK, we're on for 5 p.m.

- What's the house number?

- Haga Street 35. "Svensson".

- She's just wonderful.

- Oh, not him!

I've sent Maritza to Reisen.

And Erling's going up to Ulla's pad.

- Do you need me this evening?

- You'll just have to work.

I haven't got a single girl left.

Hell, I'm exhausted.

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