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Again she left the end of

the story untold.

This went on for 1.001 nights.

Telling these stories,

the girl fought for her life.

As one day the story

finally came to an end,

she'd born many children

to the king.

And he had abandoned the idea of

killing the mother of his children.

Scheherazade told stories

for 1.001 nights.

You just have to tell me a story

for one night, and I'll let you go.

- I don't know any stories

- Make one up.

- I can't.

- You just aren't trying hard enough.

- Tell me about you.

- There's nothing to tell.

Than tell me about your parents.

Where do they live?

What do they do?

Do they have a dog?

While you are wasting time,

the cops are on their way.

So if you don't make up

a story right now,

you'll have a lot of time behind

bars to think of a story.

A young woman on vacation

had an affair with a Moroccan.

Back home she realized

she was pregnant.

She had a girl and named her Lilly.

Lilly was deaf in one ear.

When she was ten months old,

her mom took the baby

to her grandparents

and went looking for Lilly's

dad in Morocco.

Three weeks later they received

a letter,

that contained only one sentence:

'I won't be coming back,

please take care of Lilly'.

That was it.

That was all she wrote.

The first few years at

her grandparents' were fun.

They lived on a farm, with cows,

sheep, pigs and so on.

But when Lilly entered school,

the trouble began.

Because Lilly was deaf in one ear,

the other kids teased her constantly.

She heard only half of everything: of

the insults as well as of the lessons.

She couldn't follow the class

and the teacher didn't care.

They suspended Lilly from her

favorite subjects: music and gym.

Frustrated, she sat in

her room for hours,

watched the other kids playing

from her window.

Later...

she started hanging out

with older boys.

She smoked pot at 13.

At the age of 15 she took acid

at a party in the parish hall.

As she began tripping, she

thought she'd lose her mind.

The room began to float,

change colors and spin.

She was about to faint.

So she lay down and closed her eyes.

And?

She was awakened

by an intense pain

and stared into a boy's face.

He was lying on top of her,

squeezing her breasts with his hands.

She tried to scream,

but no sound came out.

She tried to push the boy off, but

he was holding her arms down.

When he finally let go and

she thought it was over,

the next one climbed on.

Eight or nine guys raped her.

She lost consciousness, and when she

woke up, she was lying in the street.

Her clothes were torn

and full of blood.

Continue...

- On one condition...

- What?

I'll continue on one condition.

I don't think you can

name conditions.

Then let's make a deal.

I finish the story and you

get the cops off my back.

- I don't know...

- It's a fair deal.

- You won't make any more trouble?

- I promise.

And? Do you agree?

Hello, my name is Richter.

I called earlier.

Yes, the burglary.

I thought you'd sent a car over.

Well, it's too late. He got away.

Through an open window.

No, thanks. I'm fine.

- Did you report these guys?

- Which guys?

- The rapists.

- It was just a story.

No. It was your story.

You wanted me to tell you a story.

- So you made that up?

- Maybe.

- It's like fate and coincidence.

- What do you mean?

A coincidental encounter can

become fateful.

There are no coincidences.

You know why?

Coincidence always finds

a prepared mind.

Think about it.

- That was mean.

- What?

- Putting the drugstore in my purse.

- You tried to steal from me.

No reason to palm that stuff

off on me.

Yummy. Dextrose.

You've been fooling me

the whole time?

No, not the whole time.

What about the cops?

- What about them?

- Did you call them or not?

And I totally fell for it.

- Police! Open up!

- It's for you.

- But I thought...

- Think again.

W Pm

- What's up?

- Can I come in?

No. I'm kind of busy.

Cool. I'll give you a call.

Where are you?

Vanished into thin air?

Either you stop hiding, or...

I sent the cops away.

What's wrong?

For a moment I thought...

What? Tell me.

I couldn't feel my heart beat.

As if everything were standing

still. Nothing was moving.

Something between

sleeping and dreaming.

First my heart stopped beating

and then your heart joined mine

and gave me a jump-start...

For a moment I was floating

through the room.

It was so out of reach,

so warm, so beautiful.

Bite me...

Harder.

- Will you hit me?

- No.

Come on, do it.

Come on.

More.

Is that the best you can do? Hit me

harder. It doesn't hurt. Come on!

Hey, what's the matter?

Stop that, will you.

What's wrong with you?

Aren't you gonna talk to me?

Okay, we won't talk, then.

Have I said or done anything?

If you don't tell me,

I can't apologize.

- I want my money now.

- Money? What do you mean?

- Don't try to screw me over.

- I don't understand.

Blow job and intercourse.

You owe me 120.

- You're not a hooker.

- Says who?

- Oh, here we go again...

- Hand me my money! Right now!

Why are you so mad?

Was it too quick for you?

No problem, I can f*** you again.

But don't give me an attitude.

- We had a deal.

- I had a deal with a hooker.

- You're no hooker, so we have no deal.

- You still don't get it, do you?

Your desire was to f*** a minor

who's scared of the big, bad world.

So I played the minor and you had good

sex. Correct? Now it's time to pay.

- I didn't want to screw a minor.

- No, you wanted to hit and rape her.

- Hitting was your idea.

- I suggested it and you carried it out.

- You insisted.

- You always do what you're told?

Admit it was your sick fantasy,

I could see it in your eyes.

It turned you on.

- I don't buy that.

- Your problem.

That's ridiculous!

You can't pull a show on me.

Men are so naive. You saw me

the way you wanted me to be.

Sorry if you're disappointed.

However, we did f***,

and you owe me 120.

And in case you didn't know,

prostitution is a recognized profession,

I'm entitled to payment.

D*ckhead.

Bad losers deserve sympathy.

The door's locked.

- You want to leave?

- No, I love standing around.

Why don't we eat something?

- I'm not hungry.

- We can talk.

- I don't know what about.

- Maybe I do.

I don't care. I want to

leave right now.

Got another date on the street?

Open the damn door.

- How many guys do you f*** a night?

- Piss off.

Are you a fun lay or a cheap f***?

- You give discounts to regulars?

- Can I go now?

Come on, stay a little longer.

I'll pay YOU-

I don't want to have anything

to do with you.

Why not? We got along great.

Open the door.

Come on.

Stupid f***er.

Forgot something?

What is it?

Got you!

After sex, I could eat half a whale.

- You should be an actress.

- You think so?

Definitely.

I used to take acting in school.

We had this great acting teacher.

Smart and handsome.

I learned a lot from him.

Then this other chick caught us

making out in his car. The next

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