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for the money I sent him
each week to feed it.
six years that died.
That's too bad. I'm sorry.
His name was Gold.
On account of his colour.
Do you mind if I smoke Sam?
No.
Your your ex still got a key?
He hasn't used it far as I know.
So no roommate's gonna pop in?
Was us coming here Samson...
was that my idea or yours?
Well, I ain't clear on that either.
You want to watch a movie?
You got one any good?
I got one starring me.
How's that?
As soon as I use the john.
It's over there.
From whom you can hide nothing.
I'm in two minds on this.
Reason I ask Samson is,
I've known people and I don't know
whether or not you're one of them
to get the artist mixed
up with their art.
They get all sorts of ideas regarding
one from the other.
What sort of ones they get?
Sister Chastity.
Conclude for example
that's Florence.
It ain't?
Who is she?
Girl named LouAnn.
I'm sorry father, but I have
nothing to confess.
See, I'm Florence,
I'm the actor.
That's somebody else, get it?
Each night' I'd lay in bed thinking who
she, and she who come in...
Florence is sort of shy really.
She likes to hold hands,
talk, even if it's babble,
do a little blow to cut the ice.
But LouAnn,
wide eyed little LouAnn...
she comes off as all
sweet and innocent at first but,
I 'I just say
she ain't no Florence.
Isn't that right father?
Yes, yes!
Free yourself of those
nasty habits.
On one hand I'm proud of my
performance.
But on the other hand
LouAnn is so powerful
that after you see
her bigger than life.
What man's gonna want
to know Florence.
A hand holder
with a cat that died.
before, but I don't think I'd mix...
one up for the real person.
Samson, I think you got
layers, that's what I think.
If I put my feet in your lap, will
you rub them good?
Yes?
You hot yet Samson?
Sure I am.
It's gonna be ten o'clock, I gotta
take care of my business.
I aint in no
hurry if you ain't hon.
Do you want
me to take off my clothes,
would that help you
get aroused, huh?
If we could just find
it Samson, I'd see us...
having something really special
together, you know.
Do you see it that way Samson?
Our potential together?
Do you want to f*** me
in the ass?
Hello.
Hello.
No! No more.
Agh!
Agh!
No!
Agh!
Agh!
Don't f***...
Get away from me!
Get the f*** away from me!
Whoa!
Samson, I knew you'd recognise the
connection between us.
Mind if I wear these,
Where'd you find those pants?
Just some drawer,
do you mind or?
No.
What happened to you Samson?
You tangle with that lion again?
What Lion? What are
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