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all sexy on stage.

Who are you hustling, Nikk?

- What?

- Mm. The house.

- Who's it belong to?

- Uh...

it used to belong

to Peter Bogdanovich.

Who? Come on, Nikk.

It's me, okay?

Remember me?

I was the first girl

to shave your balls.

You were the first guy

in my ass, I mean...

there were feelings.

It's not what you think.

You can tell me.

I mean,

it's not like you're getting

any from me.

When a girl tells you

you're not getting any,

before you ask,

before you even try,

you're getting some.

Mm-hmm.

What do you tell these women?

Less is more.

Why do you care?

Um, so that when you call me

lonely and miserable

in 10 years,

I can tell you exactly

how you got there.

- Hmm.

- You're a good person, Nikki.

I mean, this can't feel good.

So what's her deal?

How old is she?

I have to be inside you

right now.

Every time we have sex,

you disappear.

- It's not like that...

- You say that every time.

I didn't call you for sex.

I called you because I miss you.

Yeah, but now that I'm here,

you don't miss me anymore

and now you want sex.

- And you don't?

- I want more than sex.

Me too.

What, Nikki?

More what?

l... I don't know.

It's all very new, this feeling.

You are so full of sh*t.

You're right.

I am full of sh*t.

Does she have a bathtub?

You want to shave my papaya?

Be careful with me.

Promise.

I promise.

Lots of times I can envision my future

with a woman before I come.

How long are you gonna

keep doing this?

And then after, I just want them

to stop touching me.

I don't know.

What if we just gave it a try?

I don't want

to do that to you again.

I'm a big girl.

I can handle it.

Maybe you just

don't care about me.

You cool?

Yep, I'm cool.

You know you're

my homegirl, right?

Yeah.

- See ya.

- Drive safe, okay?

Yep.

Oh!

The snap...

Brown kicks it off.

It's 40, at the 45,

he's at the 30, 35...

Oh yes! Yes!

- No!

- Yes!

- What the hell's wrong with them?

- They suck,

that's what's wrong with them.

- Shut up.

- You shut up.

Jesus Christ.

Turn it off.

- Uh...

- Uh...

- Get out.

- Her?

Her! Get out.

I, uh...

Brown has it.

...we were watching the game

and, uh, one thing led to...

I'm... l...

- I'm sorry.

- For what? Getting caught?

How was your little party?

- What party?

- The one my maid cleaned up for you.

Sit down.

Thanks.

See you later.

I trusted you.

I f***ing trusted you.

Yeah? Really?

You trusted me?

'Cause it kind of feels like

you came home early

to catch me at something,

but catch me at what?

I don't really know, 'cause we never

really had the conversation.

Oh, the conversation?

You want to have

the f***ing conversation?

Okay, how would you

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