Princesas Page #6

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How cool!

Well, I never!

How fancy!

Where did that car come from?

It's for me while I'm waiting,

to take me shopping.

Cool!

Want to go for a ride?

There's no room for me.

This is great!

The ladies are my friends, Joaquin.

Did she screw him here, Joaquin?

Some oil tycoon gave the Princess

of Monaco a car like this.

I heard it on the radio.

Put down the windows

so they can see us.

Where to, madam?

Let's go to the park

so the girls can see us.

Neli, go to the park. You'll flip.

I'm with Joaquin...

...a friend of mine.

Go to Alameda

and we'll pick you up.

Mom, look out the window.

Secret documents!

Wow!

Angela, put that down.

It's top secret.

We won't wrinkle them.

Caren, stop it.

"Confidential"!

Put it down.

Joaquin, who is Rosa seeing

and won't tell us about?

I have to be with my son.

After that, I don't know.

I might come back someday.

It's normal.

That's your kingdom, Zule.

Princesses can't live away

from their kingdoms.

They're so sensitive

they die of nostalgia.

I told you once, remember?

It happens to me sometimes.

I miss things

that haven't happened yet.

It's yours.

So I'm giving it to you.

It's for your operation.

It scares me.

Besides, Manuel's right.

I'm weird.

I'd probably self-reject.

And if you self-reject,

the sooner the better, right?

Remember me, okay?

We exist because someone thinks

about us, not vice versa.

Never forget that.

Of course, baby.

We'll see each other really soon.

Really soon.

I'm bringing you a present.

A present.

I can't tell you.

It's a surprise.

Don't wait around, okay?

Okay.

Maybe today's the day.

The day of the detour, remember?

The one you said

we have to be ready for.

Maybe it's today.

My friend. She's leaving

because she wants to.

Excuse me?

She's leaving.

No one's kicking her out.

She wants to be with her son.

Great.

That's all.

If life gives you...

...more than five reasons to go on.

If life gives you...

...more than five corners to sleep in.

If life gives you...

...more than five million to die...

...you strain yourself.

Night and day.

The check, Jose.

How are you?

Great.

I met a boy, you know?

We're seeing each other.

Good for you.

Where did you find him?

At the methadone clinic.

He's great.

He holds my hand and everything.

And calls me "sweetheart. "

The first day I almost

slugged him, but now...

I'm used to it.

You know what I'm sorry about?

That I didn't meet him before...

...when I was whole.

Because I was really hot.

Really hot.

Anyway.

He missed it.

Well...

That's his fault.

He should've showed up sooner.

Cool.

The jerk.

He should've showed up sooner.

I'll tell him that.

Here.

By the way...

...the bathroom looks great.

Cool.

About f***ing time, Jose.

It's been broken for over a year.

Maybe I'll buy one too.

No one calls the other phone.

That's not because

of the phone.

Who knows?

Being so expensive...

...more people might call.

And they can call when I'm out.

But you never go out.

It would get me out.

To test it, see if anyone calls.

Can you hear well with this one?

They all sound the same.

You haven't had

any flowers lately.

He must be on vacation.

How's Zulema?

What?

Zulema. How is she?

She left.

To her country?

This morning.

On vacation?

She couldn't take it anymore.

She couldn't.

She was a whore...

...and she couldn't take it anymore.

And she had some guy after her.

Some a**hole who had it in for her.

So she left.

She wanted to be with her family.

How did you meet her?

Once I took her to the hospital.

The guy had beat her up.

Until today.

Until today.

I don't want any more.

Caye!

Caye, your phone!

Caye!

You answer it, Mom!

They call me Caye,

walking the street.

The mischevious, the oh-so-lost.

They call me street.

Street by night, street by day.

They call me street,

today so tired, today so empty.

Like a little machine

walking the big city.

They call me street,

I get in your car...

...they call me street

ofjoy and sorrow...

...aching street, tired street

from so much loving.

I go down the street, up the street...

I won't come down,

not even for llfe.

They call me street

and I'm proud of it.

I know my day will come.

Luck will find me someday.

One day he'll be there

to pick me up...

...after work, that good man...

...my lifelong love

who won't need to pay.

My heart's not for rent.

They call me street.

They call me street.

Suffering Street,

Sad Street from so much loving.

They call me street.

Street and street.

They call me street, the daredevil.

They call me street

from corner to corner.

They call me street,

the stray bullet.

That's how life fired me.

They call me Disappointed Street...

Failure Street, Lost Street.

They call me street with no future.

They call me street with no way out.

They call me street and street.

We women of the street...

...go up and go down...

...like little machines

In the big city.

They call me street.

They call me street.

Suffering Street,

Sad Street from so much loving.

They call me street.

Street and street.

They always call me,

and at all hours.

They call me pretty,

always at the wrong time.

They call me whore

but also princess.

They call me street,

that's my nobility.

Suffering Street,

Lost Street from so much loving.

They call me street.

They call me street.

Suffering Street,

Sad Street from so much loving.

They call me street.

They call me street.

Suffering Street,

Sad Street from so much loving.

They call me street.

They call me street.

Suffering Street,

Sad Street from so much loving.

They call me street.

They call me street.

Suffering Street,

Sad Street from so much loving.

They call me street.

They call me street.

Suffering Street,

Sad Street from so much loving.

They call me street.

They call me street.

Suffering Street,

Sad Street from so much loving.

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