Night Junkies Page #7

This is into what you turned me!

You!

I feel it.

Good, you should feel it.

You have ruined my life!

As they ruined yours.

You are not better than she.

Not, that is not just.

Then:
what is just, Vincent?

Is it just what you did to me?

It is just that I am trying it so much

and have you done this?

I do not know what to say to you.

It is what I am!

Ruby!

Hello, it surprises.

How does it you go this night?

You again.

It does not worry your mother

what do you walk on the street so late?

To my mother

a carajo does not worry him.

I can look after only.

So ... how is your fianc?

It is well, thank you.

Yes?

You see, he does not like: what?

Not, not, not. It becomes the difficult one.

You know how it is.

It cheated you.

Say to him what you said to me bring over

from yesterday until the night.

Yes, yes, yesterday to the night.

I was in a trio of the strangest thing.

Two warm sluts.

It could not stop them.

They loved what the man

it had for them.

Do you want a little, also, fondness?

They gave me affectionate bites.

You like the bites

affectionate, fondness?

We go, it continues.

Enter!

Vyanse.

Hear! Tongue calientapijas!

You like playing with the men: yes?

Or you want...

Leave me alone!

I warn them!

Do you warn it to us? Veto the carajo!

We go! We go!

Carajo! Tongue... We go!

You are intoxicated: not, me...

... bomboncito?

You are sweet.

But perhaps your mother did not teach you

what is better not to be a prostitute?

You like becoming the difficult one: not, b*tch?

This is what you gain now...

... that we play at making to ourselves the difficult ones.

You will be third this night!

Do you believe in God?

I believe that it exists.

Of some or another form He intervenes...

... I do not believe it.

I believe in God.

I believe that he observes everything what we do.

I want to be a good person.

Am I a good person?

The good thing and the bad thing does not exist.

Only gray in the way.

Now...

... in your arms...

... I feel myself more safe than never.

I will not trump you again, Ruby.

Do you promise it?

I promise it.

It does a pair of years,

I met another addict.

He said that he was looking for a woman

to that he had listened to speak.

He said that he could treat our addictions.

Something medical.

A priest.

Where is it?

In some place in Edinburgh,

it is everything what I know.

It did not have a reason

then like now.

I will look for some provisions

before going away.

Valium.

Money for the gasoline.

I will not feed again, Vincent.

It is not important for me what it happens.

I feel that I die.

You are not dying.

Do you promise it?

I am not afraid to the death.

To a lost life only.

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