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Oh, you know,

the folks are good.

Yeah, same old, you know?

What's in there?

Nothing.

Whew!

It is hot in here.

Oh, my god.

All of this used to be my room.

All my artwork was up

everywhere in here.

You name it... doodles,

drawings, paintings.

Um, my mom hung it.

She put it all up.

I mean, my dad turned this

into his f*** den.

- Go on. -Yeah, I

bet you he had sex

right there where

you're sitting.

On this bed? Come on.

- On this bed right here?

- Right here.

No way.

What do you think he did?

- With what kind of women?

- Oh, god, I don't know.

Were they huskies?

Were they whores?

Oh, my god,

they must have been

absolute whores.

Come to me!

Mwah! Mwah!

- Oh, my god.

- Hey.

Yes?

What?

Promise you won't leave me.

I won't.

- Back to the party.

- Okay!

She's absolutely fantastic.

What medium do you work in?

She works in all mediums,

of course.

She's absolutely

bloody brilliant.

We're collaborating on

a project together right now.

Really?

Yeah, it's mainly photography,

but... and video,

of course.

And I'm... I'm trying

to project film

onto three -dimensional

canvases

and capture, obviously,

the piece in itself,

but also what's the second

before and after everything.

But I'm just still... still

figuring it out.

I'm one of the models.

Strictly nudes.

Everyone, can I have

your attention, please?

Welcome to the 14th annual

"we care, we cure" gala.

- Hi.

- Hi.

I'm sorry I haven't called.

I've just been really busy

at the gallery,

but I wanna hear

how everything's coming.

Yeah. It's fine.

Everything's really good.

Don't worry about it.

Everything's coming along.

I can't wait to show you.

It's gonna be great.

- It should be done soon.

- Okay, good.

Just let me know

when you're ready.

Yeah, okay.

Let's listen.

It wasn't long

after we were married

the tell-tale signs

began to appear...

The depression,

the dementia,

and probably

the worst for Gabriela,

loss of coordination.

As many of you know,

she was a very,

very strong woman,

and she fought.

Where have you been hiding?

I've been looking

everywhere for you.

I was in the bathroom.

Well, I'm really glad

that you're here.

I didn't even know if you

you got out of rehab.

Your dad's been super weird

about the whole thing.

I'm fine. I'm fine.

I've just been working a lot.

Yeah, and getting

some action clearly.

Yes.

And with that in mind,

I would like to introduce to you

another very special person,

who has inspired not only me,

but all those who have

ever heard her story...

Jackie Sorka.

Thank you all very much.

I'm so honored to be here.

Eight months ago,

I decided to embark

on an inevitable journey

that threatened to change

the course of my life.

My brother and I watched

Huntington's disease

take our father's life

with a 50% chance

of having the h.T. Gene,

I chose not to get

tested as a child.

But as my heart grew

harder and harder to invest,

I made the hard choice.

I picked up the phone.

I called my doctor.

I called my family

and my loved ones.

We were prepared for

anything and everything

except being thrown off-course

by a positive result.

I mean, s.A.T.'S

and weddings and children...

I had planned for so much life.

I mean, every day

brings new challenges,

but I am determined to pack in

fifty years of life

if all I have is ten left.

Hey. I thought you said you

weren't gonna leave me.

What are you talking about?

I was right there.

- Here it is.

- Thank you.

Give me a call sometime.

Where's your wife?

You ditch her?

- Excuse me?

- Your wife.

- I'm not...

- what's going on?

I don't know, uh...

What are you two doing out here?

I... I... sorry.

I think you should come

and get some fresh air maybe?

You're a little worked up.

Me? I'm not the one trying

to f*** random guys.

Maybe I should, um...

- It was nice meeting you.

- That it was.

What are you talking about?

I thought you said

you weren't gonna leave me.

I didn't.

I was right there.

Chloe!

Chloe!

I didn't leave you.

You were the one

who disappeared.

Oh, come on, just admit it.

You were working.

I was talking to people!

Just admit it.

You were working.

No, I swear!

That is not what happened!

I wasn't trying to f*** the guy.

He just wanted a cigarette.

Come on.

Get your f***ing hands off me.

Chloe, Chloe, let me talk to you

for just a minute, please!

It's fine, I'll get her.

Oh, my god. You don't... you

don't care about anyone.

You don't f***ing care

about yourself.

Is that what that little

fit was about in there?

I mean, what the f*** was that?

You know,

I've never been in love.

Don't say it.

Why?

Because this isn't it.

Well, I wanted to say it

before you go.

I'm going?

Where am I going?

You just gotta go.

- Take off your dress.

- What?

- Take off your dress.

- Why?

Because I want to do one last

interview with you before you leave.

- Oh, I'm leaving tonight?

- Yes.

- Then I'm leaving now.

- No, you're not.

Take this. Here. It's

everything and a little extra.

Take off your clothes.

Don't sit.

You always sit.

Here, stand.

There we go.

Wait, stop.

I want the truth from you.

You have a kid, am I right?

Had. I had a kid.

Yeah?

What happened?

I gave it away.

You gave it away.

Was it a he or a she or...

It.

It grew inside of me, I had it,

I gave it away.

Did you ever try to find...

No, and that's

the end of that story.

- How could you just...

- easily.

I didn't know or care if I was

pregnant until it was too late.

- How could you just...

- what? What?

You don't understand

how a mother could just

give away her child

and never think about it again?

I'm nobody's mother.

I'm just a woman who gave up

on her little girl.

So, it was a girl?

Sure.

Do you know what?

Are you done working out

your mommy issues?

This has nothing to do with me.

- Oh, it isn't?

- Unh-unh.

You take me to your mother's

charity event.

You go batshit crazy

when I start to flirt.

You come home here and you

just grill me about my scar.

Do you want a whore

or a therapist?

Oh, maybe you want

another mother.

Stop it.

You could never be my mother

because my mother was loving.

- Blah, blah, blah.

- Get the f*** out.

Get out, get out, get out.

I don't give a sh*t.

Now!

I'm leaving anyway.

How long can you keep

a whore around, huh?

What you think for dinner?

Maybe barbeque?

Oh, where the f***

have you been?

- Working.

- Really? That's good.

I hope this is it, because Mr.

Roma is all over my ass now.

Yeah, it's not enough, but I'm gonna

give to you in two, three days.

How's that supposed to happen?

I don't f***ing know.

This is your job.

I need clients.

You should probably keep this

because there's

nothing out there.

Nothing out there,

or nothing out there for me?

Take your pick.

I got girls turning 20

that are in for a surprise.

Twenty. It's dry.

I'll do anything.

I'll do parties.

I'll even do groups.

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