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f***ing stiff b*tch?

Enough, Mira, shut up!

Laura, when Boga finishes...

I am going home.

- Get the f*** out of here.

- Shut the f*** up!

- Shall I give you a lift?

- Just go.

I'm staying with Mira.

Fine, have it your way,

I am going home.

Superman...

Up you go!

OK. OK.

Welcome to a stand up

comedy night, at Caf Deko.

I hope I am not the only idiot

getting on stage tonight.

I really hope for some

more idiots tonight.

I was checking the net, checkin DC+,

and there are so many folders...

Luliana from Medgidia sucking cock

in the high school toilet.

Xxx. The f***ing b*tch,

I f***ed her too.

This is her phone

number. Call her.

It's such a piece of sh*t...

Everybody's filming themselves,

showing off

and bragging about what they're doing.

It's not fair! In my

days it wasn't so... I swear it.

In my time, the phones

couldn't film. Do you get me?

But we also used to give Luliana

a blowj*b in the high school's toilet.

What are you doing?

I like this blowj*b joke.

I'm gathering some blowj*b lesson

for daddy.

We didn't have filming mobile phone.

Do you get me?

Whenever Luliana was giving us

a blowj*b,

we would look very close

and pay attention at what we were doing.

And then, we had

a friend who was talented at drawing.

That is was we did.

He had his drawing block

and his water colours

and he'd paint her.

He painted Luliana doing

a blowj*b.

We sent it by mail,

we didn't get mms.

It is quite different now.

Everybody has Internet or

messenger, all this sh*t.

Do you have messenger?

Take it easy, bro, you nearly...

What the f*** are you doing,

you retard?

You'll scratch my car.

You pieces of sh*t...

Look where you're driving to man.

Haven't you seen that...

You mother f***ing idiot!

Tell me what happened!

Laura!

Nothing...

Tell me what happened, please.

He hit me!

- Who hit you?

- Are you satisfied?

Why should I?

Tell me who hit you

and I'll f***ing...

He hit me, do you get it?

Instead of being on my side she

told me she was not my mother.

Do you get that my father hit me?

Do you get this?

Do you get that the people I love,

I loved... Told me that...

- What was I doing wrong?

- Calm down.

I don't want and

I can't calm down.

I haven't done anything wrong.

Why are they doing this to me?

How can they tell me that

I'm not their daughter?

Just because I wasn't

home one night?

I am sorry, Laura.

Honest, I don't know

what to say...

Of course you don't know.

You have everything.

Don't touch me.

Leave me alone.

You don't know what

you're saying.

- Believe me I do.

- You don't.

I don't want to get upset

with you tonight.

Do you get that the people

I loved, don't love me?

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