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and ran out of the room waving it.

I nearly shat myself.

What about Richard?

He'd f*** things up even worse!

Keep away from Richard. Don't get

involved with him, Gonzalo.

Look...

There's a bar

just down the road.

Meet us there the clay

after tomorrow at 11.

You two have ruined

my night's work.

And you, go over the bridge.

We don't want her to see you.

You don't need a gun,

you could pester people to death.

What is it now?

Get in.

There's no more to say.

Just leave me alone,

I don't want to be here all night.

How much for two hours?

What do you need two hours for?

I don't like the sound of that.

To go to bed with me.

Two hours!

You know how

to take your time.

- You really want me to come?

- Get in.

I hope you're not bullshitting me.

Young.

Good-looking,

I bet you've got plenty of money...

You can't be very normal.

But I'm telling you now...

I don't like weird stuff.

Not for all the money

in the world.

Come on then.

Turn left

at the traffic light.

Doesn't this place

get you down sometimes?

I had to live on the street once.

This is heaven compared with that.

Anyway...

You don't need to pay for a f***.

So why are you?

You don't need girls like me.

I hate places where people

go to drink. Like bars

or discos.

Don't you? People bouncing

up and down looking stupid.

And I'm not looking for friends.

- They just let you down.

Everybody needs somebody.

Not me. When I need something

I find it and pay for it.

Better that way.

Well, I've got

some good friends.

Really?

Give them some time.

I was right.

You're crazy.

I pay you to f***,

not give opinions. Got it?

Right, now ifs my turn.

Who's this Richard?

A pimp who took

everything he could from me.

You're better on your own.

A lot of people in this

neighbourhood are f***ed up.

That brings people together.

Talking of which,

you should give the kid

his ID back and forget all this.

No way. I don't know anybody

who can get me a gun

- and it's a good deal for him.

- But any trouble

and you come out smelling of roses

and we come out smelling of sh*t.

Look...

Get me that gun and you won't

have to use this to earn money.

I bet you've got

some snotty-nosed girlfriend

who two-times

you with her masseur.

You take pills?

For my cough.

The street's bad for the health.

My throat's

always f***ed up.

By the way,

your toilefs blocked.

Sure, and the fridge doesn't work,

the windows don't close. Smartass!

You really don't want one?

He's paying.

There's no more to say.

Stop worrying.

I heard he got into some mess

with Richard and that you know him.

I know him all right!

That's why

I'm not interested.

He owes me a favour...

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