Trasgredire Page #4

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Don't be like that, please.

Are you worried

about the exam?

You worry me.

Why don't you understand?

What should I understand, Matteo?

Please, tell me you are coming--

I've already told you no.

Bye.

You a**hole, these were for you.

You bastard, f*** you.

I hate you.

I hate you.

- My love.

- You missed me then.

Oh, it's you...

Why, who were you

expecting it to be?

Nobody.

- How's it going?

- Everything's fine.

- You don't sound very happy.

- No, no, it's just...

With all this space around me,

I feel a little lonely...

That's what I thought.

That's why I am calling you.

- Do you feel like going to a party?

- A party?

A party at my place.

Well, I don't know...

when?

Tonight. There'll be a lot of people,

also a bunch of Italians.

Well?

All right...

Why not?

Where do I need to go?

Okay, I just need to put something on

and I'll be there.

Don't put too much on...

you know...

- See you later.

- See you soon, ciao.

A**hole.

Oh, you're here, too.

Of course, I wasn't going

to miss Paride's contest.

Who knows who's going

to win this year...

It depends on what Paride thinks.

Oh then it's fine,

she's got good taste.

If they had an award for usury,

you would win for sure.

The face can be deceiving

but not the ass.

Don't you know

that it's the mirror of the soul?

Why is it laughing?

Who?

That ass, it has dimples

on the cheeks.

I think it's making fun of us...

It deserves a lesson.

Yes, yes, it needs to be punished.

Ouch, you idiot.

Your ass is sad because of all the d*cks

that have screwed it.

How fun.

I might go compete myself.

No, it wouldn't be fair, darling.

With your ass,

you'd win for sure.

Cheers.

Can I ask you to introduce

your friend?

Of course, my dear:

Carla, a client of mine.

Mario, my a**hole

of an ex-husband.

She talks like that

because she's still in love with me.

Are you Italian, too?

- Yes, from Venice.

- Ah nice, very nice.

I adore Venice,

especially Venetian women.

Careful Carla,

don't get caught up in it.

Mario enchants women

like snakes do to the frogs.

What are you saying Moira,

as if I were a playboy.

Worse darling, worse,

you are only a Latin lover.

Don't listen to her.

Do you want to dance?

Sure.

I'd bite it.

Every year, there's someone

that tries to be smart.

With Moira around...

I've always asked myself...

Who's designing Reggini's hats?

Some d*ckhead, I'm sure.

The scent of Venice.

I like women that get wet

right away.

It's just the champagne

trying to come out...

Where is the restroom?

Over there, in the back.

Carla...

Is it true that in England,

they don't kiss women down here?

They do something else

to compensate.

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