Princesas Page #2

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From before.

He's getting me a work permit.

A customer?

I f*** him for free.

Down payment for my papers.

What happened today?

I said no.

The same thing happened

the last time.

I had to screw him

so he would go.

Is he a cop?

My friend says he is,

but I don't know.

Your friend introduced you?

Sulema?

Where do you buy your clothes?

I'll take you one day.

He's a bastard.

He can't hit you.

Press charges.

We have rights, you know?

They said it on TV.

Without papers, I can't.

How long you been here?

Ten months.

I applied for residence.

I didn't get it.

Are you in the park?

That's where I found out

about the apartment.

From Marga, a Colombian.

You know her?

I want to move. It's expensive.

I have a kid back home...

...with my mom.

I send them money.

I want to save up and bring him here

so he can take care of me.

He's handsome.

Looks like a little monkey.

Edward.

Little Edward.

Do they know what you do?

Mom would die if she knew.

I say I work in a bar.

What about your family?

They don't know either.

This is temporary.

I'm saving up, too.

To buy a pair of tits like yours.

What?

Did you see him?

I saw him on the stairs.

I bet it was the mob.

She owed them money

and they collected.

How long has she been here?

Maybe she tried to rob him.

In her apartment?

They're not too bright.

Look who's here.

Miss Methadone.

You're so mean, Angela.

Once she was so pretty,

she drove the neighborhood crazy.

And now look at her.

Hi, Gloria.

Hi, girls.

Can I use your bathroom?

It's broken.

I'll only be a minute.

Try Jose's.

I was already there.

His is broken, too.

Hi, Caye.

You look so pretty.

How's your morning going?

Okay, turned a few tricks already.

Gloria, let me in, please.

I can't.

F***, I won't mess it up.

It's broken.

Piece of sh*t bathrooms.

They're always broken.

That's the way it is.

Yeah, whatever.

See you later, Gloria.

I like the ones with cross-straps

and with single straps, too.

Those are the colors I like.

I want this color.

Perfectly made, honey.

And they're on sale.

How pretty!

How much?

Two for a euro.

It's banana leaf with corn

and a little meat. You'll love it.

Comfortable panties. Flexible ones,

light ones, quality ones.

Ladies, try them on.

Make yourselves at home.

Come, sinners, if you're not wearing

panties, you're going to hell.

Look at these panties!

My son's birthday is on the 12th.

He's turning five.

Take care, okay?

Take care.

Do everything Grandma tells you.

Are you behaving yourself?

Mommy misses you a lot too.

We'll see each other again soon,

you'll see.

Real soon, my darling.

Listen.

How was school this week?

How was it?

Me too, my darling.

Hang on just a little longer.

Tell Grandma to sing you

the song you like.

You'll love it, you'll see.

Zulema!

It's been so long!

How are you?

You're nearly as tall as I am.

It's been a long time, Walter.

How are you?

Since Juancito's birthday.

The black guy likes you.

Forget it. I don't like them.

To f***, I mean.

If it's work, I don't care...

...but not for free.

I prefer white guys.

But it's the same thing.

No, it isn't.

How could it be?

There are differences.

Pigments and stuff

I won't mention here...

...but you see it in documentaries.

I used to feel that way too.

It put me off, their whiteness.

You do everything?

Just about.

Me, too.

Except swallow, it makes me puke.

And not up the ass.

Me, neither.

I let them watch videos.

They come faster.

Girl on girl action, cum shots...

They freak at the video store.

I tell them things.

Like what?

All kinds of filthy sh*t.

Stick it to me. Deeper.

Fill me up with cream.

Fill me up with cream?

I swear. They love it.

I don't know why.

Works like magic.

I say it and they're off.

I'll try it.

Fill it up with cream.

Fill me up with cream.

Fill me up with cream.

And always with a rubber,

or no deal.

Do you take tests?

They used to test us at the club,

but not anymore.

I'm clean.

Are you working today?

I'm going out.

Does it make you nostalgic?

What?

Everything. The food.

A little.

Weird, isn't it? Nostalgia.

It's not a bad thing in itself.

It means you had good times...

...and you miss them.

Me, I don't feel nostalgic.

Nothing worth missing

has ever happened to me.

Talk about shitty.

Can you feel nostalgic over

something that hasn't happened yet?

Because sometimes, I do.

I imagine how things

are going to be...

...with boys, for example...

...or life in general.

And I feel sad when I remember

how nice they were going to be...

...because they were going

to be beautiful...

...really beautiful.

Then, I feel nostalgic...

...because they were

going to be so beautiful.

And when I realize

they haven't happened yet...

...that they may never happen...

I get really sad.

Really sad.

It's like a down payment

of sadness.

Like a deposit on

a rented apartment...

...but of sadness.

And you advance it

because you know eventually...

...you'll use it up anyway.

I've got another question.

When you're kids do they put

stuff in your shoes...

...to make your ass stick out?

Who?

I don't know. Someone.

Whoever.

Cream?

Yes, please. Cream.

- What was it?

- Fill me up with cream.

Fill me up with cream.

Fill us up with cream.

Fill us both up!

Bring us cream, please!

At least let me tell them.

I'm with my friends

and they're already inside.

I don't care.

You can't go in.

They just went in.

A tall guy and two others.

They just went in.

Nobody's gone in.

You just let three guys in.

Let him in.

Stay out of this.

I'm trying to help.

- Is he with you?

- No, I'm not.

I came with friends.

They'll be waiting for me inside.

Can I go in?

No.

You see?

If you were with me,

you'd already be inside.

But I don't know you at all.

Can I speak with your superior?

I don't have a superior.

Who are you, God?

You're not missing anything.

- There's hardly any chicks.

- Was I talking to you?

No, right?

Are you coming?

What if they come out?

They're not coming out.

Why are you alone?

I like going out alone.

Isn't it boring?

At least no one

leaves me waiting outside.

What's your name?

That depends.

On what?

On the day.

I've got two names.

Which do you prefer?

Which one do you like?

Caye.

Cayetana, Caye.

You're weird, Caye.

Do I scare you?

A little.

Want to go back?

What do you do?

I work with computers.

I'm a programmer.

But I want to set up

my own business.

Like Bill Gates. He started

from scratch and look at him.

Is he doing well?

Well? He's a f***ing genius.

He built an empire from nothing.

You know how hard that is?

Very, right?

He's a god. He's passionate.

That's why he's been successful.

You have to be passionate

about everything. Computers, life...

...everything.

Are you passionate

in your work?

Very.

Great. It's the only way.

Like I say, whatever you do,

do it with passion.

If not, don't bother.

- Do you like computers?

- The new ones, especially.

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