Whores' Glory Page #7

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Forget it.

- Why?

- Just because.

- It was good, babe.

- Thanks.

Open the door!

- See you.

- Bye.

- Who is the Saint for?

- No one.

- Who is the Saint for?

- No one.

- To honor her.

- Right.

I swore I'd get tattooed,

but I never did.

One day in the baston bar,

I had just finished working

all day and night,

I went to my room

and spoke to her:

"Please don't let anyone

harass me anymore."

She appeared to me that day.

And no one has

harassed me since.

I call that awesome.

If she were here,

I'd eat her p*ssy.

And besides...

You want me to say that again?

She helps you die a good death.

She takes you by the hand.

But she brings you back too,

even from the devil himself.

You bet your balls.

That's the truth. We've

tried it ourselves.

How many times have

we killed ourselves?

And then she says: "Aren't

you smoking crack today?"

And I say:
"Nooo."

Or I'll turn into a demon.

But that's not what it's about.

Why are you acting like this?

Because it's true.

Why are you so different?

Because I want to be and I can,

and because my p*ssy

is driving me crazy.

Yes sir!

Smoke this, silly.

Look at my sneakers. They suck.

I'll buy you new ones tomorrow.

If not, I'll buy

myself new ones.

Okay?

Should we continue?

Next lesson!

Oh sh*t.

You're terrible.

Don't be chicken.

Sh*t.

Do you want to fight?

Don't talk about the zone.

Why not?

This place is the pits, but you

stay and suck cock and smoke crack.

True, but it's none

of your business.

I can smoke and let myself go if I want.

I deserve it.

Nothing's free around here.

No one gives me anything.

Just when they stick

their c*cks into me.

I gave you something.

I came into my room and there

was money lying there from her.

"For you."

"Go get yourself a

rock of crack."

And what did I want?

What did I want?

Tell them what I wanted, b*tch.

But I said:

"Hey b*tch, now

here's my money."

"And you eat my p*ssy."

- Did I do it?

- No.

I'm not into that.

You'd fall in love with

me if I ate your p*ssy.

All that aside, here's to

good times and good vibes.

I'm not kidding. We're losers.

- Here's to good times!

- Yeah.

It's December. Christmas Eve.

Presents for the whole family.

And us?

We're getting f***ed.

With the residents of

faridpur in the cityof joy,

the residents of

reynosa in the zone,

the ladies and staff at

the fishtanks in Bangkok.

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