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I'm his agent,

her pimp and protector.

I am the mother, the father

and God.

Not speak English.

It is not difficult,

and learn.

Come on, move.

Baila!

I told you to dance, you f***ing b*tch!

Do you feel like dancing, right?

Now listen to me, b*tch.

Like to play rough?

Look at me. When I dance,

you dance, right?

So better you do.

Did you just spit,

dirty whore?

Do you realize what you did, b*tch?

Look at me!

Dominican whore!

Who the hell you think you are?

Do not mess with my girls.

Out!

I can not have a little privacy?

Nobody messes with

my whores. Apologize.

I will not apologize!

She's a whore.

- Apologize!

- Agreed. Sorry. I'm sorry ...

Get out of here, you f***ing pig!

Raul!

- Clean this sh*t!

- Why do I have to do?

I do not f*** nobody's cock.

Do it, and then get them out of here.

I'll take the son of a b*tch.

I'll take care of it!

And for others, it was also

"The Devil" ...

their worst nightmares.

Monica.

Kiss my hand.

What?

I promise not to do it again.

Please do not hurt me.

Forgive.

I will not hurt you.

Raul punishes this b*tch.

No, Ral. Please ...

No, please.

Do not.

Elizabeth was a very good whore.

I won a lot of money with it.

Had the same contract

all others.

Worked three years for me,

and then they could do on their own.

They could do what they wanted.

To marry Richard Gere.

If not died before.

Unfortunately, Isabel ...

never became a

beautiful rich woman.

I told the police everything I know.

Absolutely everything.

- Everything?

- Yes

Did you tell the

your drug addiction?

- That no.

- That's what I thought.

I met Elizabeth ...

when promoted

the new movie in New York.

Also knew

a guy called Michael.

He knew how to provide

women for fun.

Well, I have to go.

I'll call you tomorrow.

Good evening, ladies.

How are you?

Cut the sh*t, Miguel.

Did anyone see you come in?

You think I'm a beginner?

Suit you best.

Just select

one or all of them.

Hello, my name is Julia.

Together we can have fun.

As always, darling.

I'll take it.

Just that?

Look at Crystal.

You'll love it.

I like, Michael.

But I just want to that.

Is there a problem?

Here's your money!

It's a lot of money.

More than usual.

I have the intention of

have it for the weekend.

And I'm a lesbian.

Only pussies f***ed.

We were together two weeks,

but wanted to try something new.

Do not do drugs, Julia.

I will not.

Come on, do not ruin the fun.

Just this once.

Now, your turn.

Come on. Do you love me?

- Do it!

- God.

Good girl.

Take another line.

And that's it.

Now the fun begins.

estrenosdecine2009.forums-free.com ...

How did you get involved

with the girlfriend of your client?

My client had

a lot of brides.

But Isabel was different.

It was like my daughter.

And sometimes daughter

the were throwing you, right?

Listen, it was not.

Do you understand? I tried to help.

We became great friends.

Let me help you.

Hold.

Are you okay?

Are you awake?

Brought you breakfast.

Here are coffee, juice, fruit.

Come.

Calm down, Raul.

This motherf***er deceived us.

If you had not been drugged,

you would have seen when he arrived.

If you need me I'll be out, boss.

This time I saved him.

But I'll kick your ass,

f***ing piece of sh*t!

Did you know that

Isabel was on drugs?

Even Stevie Wonder would have seen.

Especially cocaine, right?

Cocaine, heroin,

ecstasy, stimulants, tranquilizers.

He used what he found.

It was this rich guy ...

The rich man drove her insane,

was like a disease.

- I was in love with that bastard.

- James?

Yes, you should ask

James, the son of a b*tch.

From am slowly remembering everything.

Isabel was a woman.

What happened?

Tell me, Daniel.

Why did the chicken cross the road?

- Do not know. Why get across?

- Hell, no!

The chicken crossed the road because

had many chickens and too little food!

And he had to deal with

the rooster by food.

Unlike chicken

Isabel never crossed the road.

Do you know why?

Because she was hit

by a f***ing truck!

She was a whore and joined

the rest of the slag in the world.

Bring things to

car, boy!

Sh*t.

Hello.

Yes, Captain.

I had to do

some private things.

Yes, I'll be at the station in an hour.

All right.

Sure take your stuff,

damn chicken sh*t.

If not dance even one song,

the head begin to suspect something.

- Tell me about James.

- Yes, but first ... a dance.

James.

Tell me about James.

James ...

James W. Smith III.

The richest man on the East Coast.

He inherited nearly a billion when ...

his parents died in an accident.

Sorry, ladies.

Organized parties like crazy ...

to get the model

or the actor who wanted ...

But he prefers to party

Professional girls.

Strippers, escorts,

porn stars.

Elizabeth also fell to its charm.

But Mr. Forbes

also had its dark side.

Fell in love with Isabel

and began to get jealous.

Of his other clients.

James one of my best

customers until he met Elizabeth.

I was crazy about her.

I thought f***ing a virgin

but Isabel was not.

Hello.

I had no clothes.

Where the hell is the clock?

He had a watch in his hand

when he died.

Where the hell is?

Bravo.

I congratulate you.

Looks like you're fast

ascending police caddy.

- What the hell are you doing here, James?

- I want to talk to you.

You think I do not know that

Isabel killed out of jealousy?

What bribed all

to shut up?

It's possible.

I could have killed her.

Of course.

Wait, Don Quixote.

Wait a minute.

Yes, it is.

Tell me.

I remember the police

I said there was a witness,

he heard two shots ...

near one forty-five

in the morning. Is it true?

Yeah, about that time.

Tell me something,

How can you have killed ...

if I was arrested at 1:35?

This is me, stopped by

New York police.

- What the hell are you, James?

- I want to help you solve the case.

I owe it to her.

Well, James.

Tell me, who killed her?

I think you know, Daniel.

But forget about the emotions

and focus on the facts.

Come with me.

I want to show you something.

Police could not

solve the crime for two reasons.

Firstly not understand

how this business.

The girls come here willing

to give up everything for a dream.

Some people call

the American dream.

I'd rather

is the American nightmare.

See?

Prostitution has changed.

You do not stand in

Times Square or Sunset Boulevard.

No, no, no.

The business has changed.

Now, everything is based on fantasy.

There are those who like teens,

youngsters, sadomasochism.

What you prefer.

And best of all this is ...

which is just a click away.

Internet has changed everything.

You want a date?

Browse by Google.

It has all the photos,

Videos even zodiac sign.

So tell me:

What about illegal girls

with the internet revolution?

For them, there is only this place.

Perverts, dealers, producers

porn and other nasties from around here.

What a b*tch category belong?

Isabel's story was real.

His life was good

comparing with the girls here.

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