Diary of a Nymphomaniac Page #5

this is for you.

F***in' look at it.

- You don't like it?

- No.

I was given a similar one once.

I can't accept it.

Don't give me anything.

And no flowers, I hate flowers.

Pedro, you're pressing me.

Go see some other girls.

What are you saying?

I don't want others,

I want you!

You're hurting me.

I won't marry you.

You're drunk.

- I had better go.

- Go, go?

You know what

this room costs me?

Do you know what

this room costs me?

I pay you, and you'll do as I say.

You understand me?

Here's your f***in' money.

Pick it up.

Pick it the f*** up!

Stay there on all fours.

Stay there on all fours. Yeah.

- You're hurting me?

- Do you like it?

Now you'll ask me to spank you,

like you've always done.

You like that?

B*tch, you're a real b*tch.

You're hurting me.

Please, Pedro.

What are you complaining about?

What?

You chose to be a whore.

You'll do as I say,

in one way or another.

Tell me you like this.

No, please!

You like this?

I love you, Val.

And you, what a view?

That night I understood,

what grandma said,

prostitution and marriage

aren't that different.

You become the property

of someone else.

And when they're like

Jaime or Pedro,

your life has no value any longer.

I thought he would kill me.

There are many Pedros in this.

Go, you're still in time.

After, it's difficult to drop it.

You could go to Rio and give

my son an enormous kiss.

Now go home. You look tired.

I don't want to be alone.

Hi,

you've got a client, and

there aren't that many Pedros.

I'm sorry, I can't go.

I haven't slept for nights.

- And I have a date.

- I'll go.

You're going nowhere.

Who's the date with?

You're committed to me.

I'd go if I were you.

It's the Italian, your friend.

- Giovanni?

- Yes, and his friend.

Mae and you will go right now.

Cheers!

- Hi.

- Hi, darling.

Come on, princess.

I've finally convinced Giovanni,

the 'macaroni', that

you'd be mine tonight.

Come here, beautiful.

Come here.

You've said nothing

since you're here.

What a pain of a whore!

I couldn't stop

thinking about Giovanni.

I couldn't believe

he didn't pick me.

I felt disgust while

Alejandro f***ed me.

Cindy was right saying

I should quit prostitution.

I could still do that.

But Cindy was trapped.

She owed Cris a lot of money,

and she was infatuated with her.

She couldn't stand not having her son.

What happened?

Cindy.

She foll out the window.

A suicide, we think.

She got a call. Seems like

her husband took the boy,

but we know nothing more.

Cindy would never leave her son.

We buried her the next day,

just the girls from the brothel.

I was devastated.

I can't stop thinking about Cindy.

We're all sorry about Cindy,

but life goes on, and the job

that feeds you as well.

I'm not going.

Yes you are, darling.

Hello?

Hello.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- I see they didn't tell you.

- That's okay.

- What's your name?

- Valerie.

I'm Inigo. Delighted.

Could you pick me up

and put me on the bed?

I could do that but

it takes me a great effort.

Have no fear.

I feel absolutely nothing.

No, you don't need to undress me.

The only place I feel

anything is my neck.

And my hands a bit.

- You smell nice.

- What do I smell of?

- Chocolate.

- Chocolate?

Could you do me a favour?

Move your fingers.

Come on, Valerie,

Move the fingers of your hand.

For you it's easy.

I am incapable of moving

a single finger.

You don't know

how many times, suddenly,

I imagine me hands and my

fingers start to move, and

I get up off the chair

and I start to run.

I can tough the flowers,

feel the velvet,

and caress a woman as

beautiful as you.

We should love ourselves more,

Valerie.

Go, you're still in time.

After, it's difficult to drop it.

Never give up anything

you really long for

because you'll regret it.

Believe me.

I know where you live.

I'll go get you.

Where are you going? Where, huh?

I don't care what

you say, I'm gone.

I do care about what is said.

Clear out! Give me the bag!

You whore!

Go on, get out of my sight!

You're unbearable!

We always realize things

when it's too late.

Since the accident,

whenever I see anyone,

I give them advice.

What advice?

To take advantage of their

life every day, but truly.

Live.

You need to be alone.

Enjoy life as much as you can.

And I can touch grass,

feel velvet.

I slowly started to caress my body.

I had finally discovered

what road to follow.

That of being myself.

Although it was pouring rain,

I decided to go out.

I wanted to share that moment with

who'd always been by my side.

What are you doing here?

I know I'm unpresentable.

Congratulations!

- Are you okay?

- Better than ever.

I wanted to thank you.

For what?

For being my friend,

for your advice.

I always follow your advice.

I've decided to leave the brothel.

I'm so happy.

I'll spend some time with Hassan.

Won't you open your present?

It's beautiful!

It has no zipper.

Now I don't have that problem.

He helps me.

This is Marcos.

We met through an ad.

- Hi, Marcos.

- Hi.

- I'm glad for you.

- Come in and change.

- No, I have to go.

- What will you do now?

Live.

I'm a promiscuous woman, yes,

because I want to use

sex as a means to find

what everyone is looking for.

Recognition,

pleasure, self-esteem and, in short,

love and affection.

What's pathological about that?

If you want to give me a name, go on,

I don't mind.

But you must know

I'm really a mermaid,

a dryad, simply a nymph.

- Hi.

- Hi.

What?

Get home?

I want to f*** with you.

I have no money.

No matter. It's free.

It's impossible for a man

who goes with whores

to be loyal.

Valerie...

Live.

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