The Smell of Us

Hey, Rockstar!

Hey, Rockstar!

Yes of course.

Run the ex-trick with him?

Yes, it works every time.

Yeah sure.

Try to vary a little.

Give him hell.

Pressure to him like an insect.

- Do you have a cigarette?

- You're ten! Are you crazy or what?

- Come on, we give you 50 cents!

- Forget it.

Suck my dick, a**hole!

- Pacman, look who's coming.

- Do you need a tampon?

- Ask Marie.

- Great fun, kid.

- Do you wet nose bleed?

- Yes, I have blood all over.

Everyone is here.

Location, Rockstar?

Want a smoke?

- Sing something for us.

- He's like your dad.

- Do you want to squeeze me in the balls?

- Yes, you would like.

For violent, pal.

Rockstar, come back!

So gay. I did it in five.

- Hey, baby face, offers you a glass?

- Forget it.

Damn!

From behind.

It is spam. Remove it.

- Damn, now we are on this crap site!

- Look, it's escort guys.

- Holy sh*t, have you seen the prices?

- It was like hell!

- He goes enough taxis to buy smokes.

- Or, to go and take a dump!

- It can not be that hard.

- No.

You must choose a stage name.

What should you take?

- An alias.

- All right, choose your alias.

I'm hot ...

- Dickie.

- Dickie? Why?

Dick means penis in English.

- BBC Big Black Cock.

You are not black, sicko.

Now its time.

You'll just know.

The guy was crazy. He woke me up

at five, six and seven in the morning.

I would lick and suck him.

He grabbed my head.

What's the sick bastard who does that?

You know what?

His sperm tasted blood.

I could not sleep with

that nasty taste in the mouth.

I was completely gone. Two flarror whiskey

and God knows how many lines toffee.

You give up too easily. That's your problem.

- That's what they pay for.

- You're too kind. Then they pray always for more.

I sell dreams. I draw on

someone buttery song so that he relaxes.

I take his flabby old hand

and get him to dance.

You should have seen when he pressed

his shitty zigenarfejs against my balls.

Give it here.

- He said:
"You're so cool, Hugo".

- Hugo?

Yes, deadhead.

Not a fan I show him my ID.

Do you get it? One should not be in a hurry.

You should take it easy and slowly.

Now and then

caresses it to him like this.

Idiot hardly knew his leg, and I

got him to run faster and faster.

Beware.

- He did not ask anything else?

- Yes, of course. I followed the music.

Stop it! Stop that.

Pardon...

It is quiet. I've been through worse.

I smell weird?

Maybe the smell is still there.

No, you smell like a freshly washed baby.

Are you okay? Last night was not like

to comply with some men at weddings.

Do not worry.

- Now we buy some liquor.

- Sure. I'll just put on pants.

What the f*** are you looking at? Stand up.

Can you play when you empty your pockets

and smile? It called lyckoskatt.

Empty pockets and stop resisting.

Stop it!

Empty pockets.

- Home and grinning, it's the right attitude!

- I put you there on the web, your sh*t.

Check the ad:
"One night

with erotic massage. "I can do that.

Have you seen the new boards?

Mine is broken. I'll get a new one.

Like them?

To hell with your damned boards.

All still looks the same.

- What are you doing, guys?

- We just chillin.

Do not come late.

We eat dot at twelve o'clock tomorrow.

- Want to call mom, Mathias? Mathieu?

- No. Math. It is quiet.

Good night, then.

That b*tch just want to suck my dad.

- What happens tomorrow?

- Do not know. Give it to me.

Yes! I got a girl.

- You bastard!

- Although I have not seen her fejs yet.

Have you checked other ads?

"Sex without coercion."

- Go down the page.

- You'll have to wait a little.

"Looking for horny girl hard sex

and deep blowj*bs, golden shower. "

- He is probably a teacher's Bichon.

- Sure.

- Should we fix the drugs for tomorrow?

- Toffee? I call that guy.

I want to watch Supreme-shirts.

You will see. I'll buy them all.

- A sweater for the day.

- That's not so bad.

One day.

Louie Lopez!

He is asgrym.

Asgrym.

Marie! What do you think about Math and JP?

- What are you saying?

- What then? Laurel and Hardy?

They are funny.

I like Math. He's nuts.

Damn, it's really boring!

I'm tired of the stereotypical skaters

who believe they have swag.

I know nothing about JP. He appears foam.

- They are still together. Are they gay?

- Toff, it is 2013. All the guys are gay.

- Are you crazy? Not me!

- Are you sure?

- Want to film when I suck you?

- Of course.

What happens?

You have such nice lashes.

I want to put me on them

and never wake up.

See what I mean?

Are you afraid of my run-down body?

Not so excited, huh?

You know what my husband said,

just before he died?

He said:

"We leave all of a shoe

in someone else's refrigerator. "That was all.

- I do not get it.

- Neither do I. You get to choose significance.

That is the advantage of madmen.

Madame ... Catherine.

Am I doing wrong?

- You obviously need no answer.

- Sh*t...

Come here.

Oh, my little boy.

My little boy. My little boy.

Why do I get assfucked?

I was not even able.

Bloody fotsniffare!

I'm just like him.

It is the real me.

It will cut me when I think of

what he forced you to.

What did you say?

Forget it.

May I borrow your computer? I have a date.

Hey, Max.

You are a frustrated bastard, huh?

Do you wish you could hear me?

Read my lips. Max!

Your sh*t.

In ass?

Dunce!

Away with you.

- I'm high as hell.

- She's barely eleven.

- Why did you invite me if you are gone?

- Not me.

Right, honey? Sure you called me?

Let him be.

- Is he high, right?

- I do not know.

- What is he, then?

- Do not know. He sometimes disappears.

It's like talking to

a retarded.

Yes, father.

I do not know. She sleeps enough.

- All is well. You woke me.

- I pull on some music.

Wednesday morning at seven o'clock.

Pauline's mom drives me.

Kiss. Bye!

- I'm too high for that.

- It's just for fun.

A platonic dance. Do not worry.

- Then maybe Math gets hungry.

- Yes. Come now, Math.

- Choose your dance partner.

- No, he chooses a gayest otter you.

Otters are cute.

You are nothing without your money.

You can say what you want,

but he prefers girls.

He is still with me.

Look at him. He is barely human.

Shut up.

Get up. Come on!

I'm tired of him. Let's go.

My little boy.

Lillen min.

My little boy!

Come on. Wake up, damn it!

Wake!

Damn! Come on!

Come on! Wake!

You are very cute.

Why did you become an escort guy?

My father is dead.

My mom has two jobs.

I take care of my siblings.

I have no choice. I have to make money.

- Where do the Math and JP their money from?

- I do not know.

Maybe they escort guys.

It is easy to find that kind of job online.

To:
JP's stepmother

JP horar.

You have talent, Bella.

- When are we going to eat?

- Food's ready. We'll eat soon.

Sure, she's fine like that?

You should talk to him.

Is it good in school?

It is quiet.

- Can not you talk seriously?

- Can not you be quiet?

- Come on, JP.

- Shut up.

Stop it.

Is not he handsome?

He is really handsome.

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