The Girl from the Naked Eye Page #2

So far as I know,

you are the craziest mess here.

Tell me I'm wrong?

No Jake, you're not wrong.

Oh, sh*t...

Oh, sh*t!

- Oh, sh*t!

Oh man, four f***ing three?

F*** you, a**hole! Ha, ha!

I lay in my bed at home, relaxing.

When I received a phone call,

that my car was lost.

My beautiful "Benz".

In a poker game stinks!

I'm sorry... I'll pay it back.

I'm sure you will do it.

Watch for Jake, I do

do not think he screwed up my trading.

And after you've sold me,

remove some cigarettes for me.

Simon is on track to Angela

A detour before he

home to his wife is fat

Simon has a building in the center,

that he has turned into a brothel

He gave Angela an opportunity to

In fact, she was the first girl,

I drove,

before Simon made her his concubine

number a doctorate degree

Angela is a nasty b*tch

Yes?

What do you mean by "yes"?

Open the damn door, freezing my balls.

Do you have me to sew?

Are you ready?

- Yes.

Pull my hair.

Save my ass!

Pull my hair! F*** you!

Jake...

Seriously, man?

- It has nothing to do with you, Johnny.

You can not do.

Tear my f***ing ass off!

Shut up a minute!

What?

- Can not we just f*** in silence?

You know... I speak only Simon.

Yes, I know.

- I only speak.

Okay, okay, but you talk so damn hard!

Can not we just soft and easy to do?

It's cool, I seek

or anyone else, that's cool.

You are looking for a second?

- Yes.

Really? Oh, drop dead!

Val you were dead!

- Val you were dead!

What!

What the hell?

You, get out.

- This is my house.

How the hell are you here?

Hardcover, Simon! I want those names!

Detectiefje hell are you going to play, Jake?

Be realistic damn!

You ungrateful sh*t.

I gave you a f***ing job,

I gave you money, and if you pay me back?

Storms come here as a negro in medicine?

What the hell is wrong with you?

You accept that sh*t, Simon?

F*** you, let me settle this.

I'll see you this sh*t does not regulate,

everything I see you do is sh*t d*cks.

Jake...

You f***ing bastard, you beat a woman?

Yes... so what, Ga... damn!

F*** you!

- No, you drop dead!

F*** you!

- F*** you!

F*** you!

Hey, stop the f***ing sh*t!

- Not f*** him!

Jake...

Why do you do it, Jake, huh?

For some kuthoer

half of the world everything is f***ed?

Max, stay there, you take the stairs

, and monitor each floor.

Johnny, are you okay?

- Damn Jake, I make him broken.

Easy, killer.

I would also feel like I choked

would be like a little b*tch.

Last Chance.

F*** you!

Try that sh*t even a bastard,

What are you doing, Johnny?

Put the gun away, it's Jake.

Gently, Johnny, aim the gun at me!

- F*** you, you!

I will not hurt, right?

F*** you, try it!

Yes, we beat him up like a

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