Hostel Page #4

Ain't that a b*tch. Big spender.

I f***ing... I love it.

I just f***ing love that sh*t.

You know what they got for me?

They told me they lined up

something special.

I've been waiting almost a week

for this sh*t.

For 50 grand,

she better be worth it.

But it's supposed to be

a real rush, right?

It's like... They told me

it's like a real f***ing rush, right?

Come here.

I've been all over the world.

You know, I've been everywhere.

And the bottom line is,

p*ssy's p*ssy.

You know, every strip club,

every whorehouse, every....

It's all the same sh*t.

I just f***ed a girl two days ago, I don't

even remember the color of her tits.

But this, this is something

you never forget, right?

Right?

-Never.

-Never, right.

Let me show you something.

Pretty sweet. Check this out.

What do you think of this?

Come on, let me see yours.

Come on, let me see yours.

We're all in the same club.

I'll be out in a second, guy.

Can I ask you something personal?

Do you mind?

How'd you do it?

Did you do it real slow...

...or did you just get it over with

right away?

That's why I asked for

the f***ing gun.

Because I just wanted

to f***ing do it quick.

I just wanted to get it over with.

But now I'm thinking maybe

I wanna feel it, you know?

I wanna f***ing feel that sh*t.

So I don't know what to... I'm thinking...

What do you think I should do?

-Make it quick.

-Make it quick.

Yes.

Yeah, that's... No, f*** that sh*t.

F*** this, too f***ing American, dude.

I'm going f***ing old school.

Who wants this, motherf***er?

Who wants this sh*t?

Come on, motherf***er.

Bring it.

Hey, buddy.

Get your own f***ing room.

I paid for this.

What are you, f***ing deaf?

Kana.

-Oh, my God.

-What do you want me to do, Kana?

What? I don't understand

what you're saying. What?

F***. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Hold still. Hold still.

-F***. Oh, God. God.

-No. No!

-Sh*t.

-No!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

F***!

F***!

F***!

We're gonna get the f***

out of here, Kana.

Move this f***ing truck!

F***.

We're almost there.

Oh, my God.

Oh, no.

F***.

Kana.

Kana.

Come here.

No. No, Kana. Kana.

No, Kana.

No, thank you.

I prefer to use my hands.

I believe people have lost

their relationship with food.

They do not think:

"This is something who gave its life

so I would not go hungry. "

I like to have a connection

with something that died for me.

Oh, Jesus.

Goddamn!

F***er.

No, please!

I get a lot of money for you...

...and that make you my b*tch.

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