Tangerine Page #4

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Get the f*** out.

I'm going to Olympic and Fountain...

Oh! I'm burning.

Who is gonna clean this?

Who is gonna clean this?

Just relax! It's Christmas Eve!

Where is your Christmas spirit?

It's Christmas...

It's Christmas Eve!

Move!

You f***ing animals!

- I wanna ride it!

- He is gonna pay for it!

Like a trick n*gger!

- I wanna ride it!

- Like a trick n*gger!

He's gonna pay for it!

Go in, b*tch!

I heard his dick is little.

Is it little?

I mean, damn.

Wow, what the f*** is going on?

Going in, mommy...

Oh, my...

I make silicone b*obs.

What do you need?

You don't have a baby daddy though.

- B*tch...

- You better go get fight, honey.

I was f***ing your piece

the other night.

Tell him to run me

those diapers, b*tch.

Don't forget my performance

at seven.

- Oh, yeah.

- Damn that b*tch looks

two months pregnant.

How she going to come out here

looking like a shitty ass.

Ugly ass b*tches.

- Is that Louie or Houie?

- She had my date, girl,

and he said that her tucker stink.

- No!

- You lying.

She asked for $80

and he is a $900 a date.

- Shut up, please.

- The b*tch is stupid.

Dude, your cab reeks.

I know, I'm sorry about that.

We are almost there.

It's hardly doing anything.

Let me see your dick.

- Why?

- You already know the routine.

I want to make sure

you are not a cop.

I'm not a cop.

What can I do for you today?

- I just want to have some fun.

- What kind of fun?

I was thinking maybe BBBJ?

I can suck your dick

with a condom for 80.

I can give you everything I have.

- Forty f***ing dollars?

- Oh, come on.

- Are you serious?

- Come on, come on.

My family is driving me f***ing

crazy, I just gotta get off.

- That's not any of my concern.

- Okay, okay.

Listen. I can do all the work myself

and jerk myself off.

Maybe you can just grab

my balls or something.

Please, I will be super-fast.

I just, I just need...

- Come on, it's Christmas.

- You know what?

Since it is Christmas,

and I do need the money,

I'll do this.

But you better come fast.

Run me my money, put it on the dash.

Quickly...

- Hey, guys. Have you seen Chester?

- Who?

Chester, Chester.

Him and his f***ing whores?

I don't do that anymore.

Even when I see Chester,

- I don't want to see Chester.

- Oh, you don't do dope no more?

So this is the f***ing silver living

line now?

It's not the f***ing food line.

- You should ask Bob.

- Who the f*** is Bob?

The old man from the line.

He is a regular with Chester's girls.

Looks like Santa without a beard.

I've been clean for 30 days.

- I got my chip.

- Don't give a sh*t.

Can you just, give it

a little stroke, please?

Can you shut the hell up?

No, you didn't pay for that.

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