Stripped Naked

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F*ck!

Stop it right now.

- Go back and get my fucking stuff.

- Shut the f*ck up.

Shut the f*ck up!

Shut the f*ck up!

You'd better go back

and get that stuff.

Now, asshole.

Who drove your ass all the way to

Columbus so that you could make rent?

Oh! It's your rent too,

you f*ck-head.

- Oh, yeah.

- Yeah, and if you think

I'm gonna keep that shit up

when you're out banging

some dirty bitch,

then you'd better sober the f*ck up.

It was a fucking blow job.

Why don't you get over it?

- Get over it?

- Yeah.

It's like you haven't done

the same fucking thing.

- No, I haven't.

- No?

How about Ted or that guy

from the liquor store?

- Let's call him!

- That was before we said

that we weren't gonna

cheat on each other anymore.

Go and get my shit!

I have a better idea.

Why don't you go and get your own...

Just stop!

Stop!

Get out! Go!

What? You want me to walk

all the way back there?

Yes!

You walk, you skip, you fly.

I don't give a shit.

Just get the hell out of my truck.

I warned you about slapping me!

And I told you about keeping

your fucking dick in your pants.

- Ha ha!

- You disgusting, worthless,

pathetic piece of shit!

Get out.

Get out!

Fine! F*ck you.

I'm done.

You can go stay

with one of your loser friends

because I want your shit

out of my house by tomorrow.

Yeah, that's great. I will.

Enjoy the walk.

F*ck you!

F*ck you!

When I seven years old,

my daddy told me

something important.

He said, "Cassie,

nobody is born lucky...

not you, not no one."

Shit.

You've gotta make your own luck.

It was the last conversation

we ever had.

Six months later

he was killed in prison.

- Hey.

- Hey.

Can... can I use your cell phone?

My, uh... my car broke down

and I just need to call someone.

Sorry, l... I can't.

Look, uh...

I'll give you some money

for the call.

I just need to use the phone.

F*ck.

Quick, get in. Get in!

Duck down.

Don't let him see you.

Hey, Banger.

We almost didn't make it.

No? Why's that?

Some faggot almost

t- boned us off the 170.

Oh. You made it, right?

It's all there.

Of course it is.

Even a dipshit like you

wouldn't try to f*ck over

the old man.

If Grayson tried to f*ck you,

you'd be fucked.

Just like Christmas.

We all good?

We're all good.

See you next time.

Hey, one more thing.

Oh, shit.

- Now that was easy.

- Let's go.

Holy shit.

Here, looks like you need it.

Don't worry, it's on me.

Where in the f*ck

are all my girls tonight?

Where's Cassie?

Ohio, I think.

Ted said her car broke down

or something.

You know what?

That figures.

Cindy's out with a sick kid.

Louise has a broken nail

or God knows what.

Everybody has got something.

They all bitch about how

they want to make money,

but nobody

just wants to come in

and fucking work.

You have one new message.

First message.

Cassie, it's Kyla.

I tried your cell,

but there wasn't any answer.

Listen, Howie's pitching a fit about

not having enough girls here tonight.

So if you're back,

we'll waive the house fee

if you come on in. Thanks.

Yeah, waive all you want, Howie.

Cassie's got

a long walk home.

Hi, Howie.

Mmmm.

Bourbon straight up, please.

Oh, listen!

You know who the guy

in the brown jacket is, right?

Serena's ex.

Guys, the one that

messed her up real bad.

That's the guy?

- You're sure?

- Yeah.

He beat prison too.

Uncle's got, I don't know,

connections or something.

- Okay. Who's Serena?

- Howie, she worked here.

No?

Okay, your brother's

brain is shot.

No. He only remembers

the girls he got to f*ck.

Oh, not necessarily.

Sometimes I don't

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