Pimp Bullies Page #4

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The chicken crossed the road because

had many chickens and too little food!

And he had to deal with

the rooster by food.

Unlike chicken

Isabel never crossed the road.

Do you know why?

Because she was hit

by a f***ing truck!

She was a whore and joined

the rest of the slag in the world.

Bring things to

car, boy!

Sh*t.

Hello.

Yes, Captain.

I had to do

some private things.

Yes, I'll be at the station in an hour.

All right.

Sure take your stuff,

damn chicken sh*t.

If not dance even one song,

the head begin to suspect something.

- Tell me about James.

- Yes, but first ... a dance.

James.

Tell me about James.

James ...

James W. Smith III.

The richest man on the East Coast.

He inherited nearly a billion when ...

his parents died in an accident.

Sorry, ladies.

Organized parties like crazy ...

to get the model

or the actor who wanted ...

But he prefers to party

Professional girls.

Strippers, escorts,

porn stars.

Elizabeth also fell to its charm.

But Mr. Forbes

also had its dark side.

Fell in love with Isabel

and began to get jealous.

Of his other clients.

James one of my best

customers until he met Elizabeth.

I was crazy about her.

I thought f***ing a virgin

but Isabel was not.

Hello.

I had no clothes.

Where the hell is the clock?

He had a watch in his hand

when he died.

Where the hell is?

Bravo.

I congratulate you.

Looks like you're fast

ascending police caddy.

- What the hell are you doing here, James?

- I want to talk to you.

You think I do not know that

Isabel killed out of jealousy?

What bribed all

to shut up?

It's possible.

I could have killed her.

Of course.

Wait, Don Quixote.

Wait a minute.

Yes, it is.

Tell me.

I remember the police

I said there was a witness,

he heard two shots ...

near one forty-five

in the morning. Is it true?

Yeah, about that time.

Tell me something,

How can you have killed ...

if I was arrested at 1:35?

This is me, stopped by

New York police.

- What the hell are you, James?

- I want to help you solve the case.

I owe it to her.

Well, James.

Tell me, who killed her?

I think you know, Daniel.

But forget about the emotions

and focus on the facts.

Come with me.

I want to show you something.

Police could not

solve the crime for two reasons.

Firstly not understand

how this business.

The girls come here willing

to give up everything for a dream.

Some people call

the American dream.

I'd rather

is the American nightmare.

See?

Prostitution has changed.

You do not stand in

Times Square or Sunset Boulevard.

No, no, no.

The business has changed.

Now, everything is based on fantasy.

There are those who like teens,

youngsters, sadomasochism.

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