Wassup Rockers Page #4

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It's a bad job. We lost

two friends in one day.

I'm tired of being here.

I too, want to go home.

Is it wrong ...

... Left behind a friend.

We leave it to a friend!

- We could have died.!

- I know, but let a friend.

We could not do anything.

I hate this place.

We ran as women.

It was like a brother.

Do not even know

what happened.

Maybe he's dead, maybe

is good, but is injured.

I do not think he is okay.

Here, no one can help.

No one is going to help.

Damn white, provided

believe they are better.

Better than we who

are Hispanic and poor.

It is very cold. We have nothing.

What now?

We must find

way back home.

How? Where are we?

We should be in the middle

from nothing, damn.

We go home.

I do not know how to get there.

I have hunger and cold, walk.

Let us move or we will be here

overnight.

- Hello, we are lost.

- Everybody is looking for them, guys.

We get them out of here before

that the police find them.

I know. I'll call Manuel.

You take care of them.

- Okay.

- Escndanse! Here comes the lady.

Do not worry.

- Who is this child?

- From my sister.

I'm sorry, madam,

I know how I found it.

What a handsome boy.

With a face like that

you have lots of sex.

With sex as this must

have a face ... I mean -

With that face, there are many girls.

When?

I do not know.

What happened?

Look at that beautiful ass. What happened?

- A dog.

- Damn dogs!

If you you take care of dinner ...

... I take care of you.

Come with me.

Come in, honey.

Take a bit.

It's fun to be neat.

It's fun to be neat.

I'm having so much fun.

- Where is Rico?

- We must go.

- No time.

- Not without Kico.

Stop looking at my

bust it forever ...

... I look at the bust, you see

what I mean?

- Yes, ma'am.

- "Yes, ma'am"?

Go! We must leave!

Jonathan, ever the same.

Damn, envious.

What?

I think this is

where my mom.

- Do you have a car?

- I can drive.

Must be of age.

- No, no.

- Let me in!

"I can help?

- Back, friends, should be higher.

- Mom!

Mom! Mom!

- Back we go.

- What's your name?

- Nina.

- He left.

She said her son did not return last night.

One minute!

Where are you?

From anywhere.

Why are you wearing clothes so tight?

Because we do not care

what you think.

Sure.

What, rock?

Goodbye, Ball Semen.

I mean, Milton.

Milton.

Milton.

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