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Where are you going?

I'll just fucking run one of your many other girlfriends.

Don't I get a goodbye kiss?

Stop it.

You shouldn't fuck before a fight.

You know that.

That's what you said two hours ago before I ate you out like a salad bar.

Getting better, I'll tell you.

You wouldn't stand a chance.

I want to bet.

I never bet on my own fight.

That's Mr.

Provane's job.

Who's that?

The guy I fight for.

He's a gangster.

He's got this shitty little club downtown.

His basement's all wired up with cameras.

And him and his gangster buddies, like, watch him at Atlantic City, make his

bets, and, I don't know, beat off or whatever.

You get paid?

Sometimes, but mostly I just don't get killed.

Well, it's not funny.

I'm not joking.

Once you're in Mr. Perfume's club, you're in for a good.

But it isn't until they unplug yet.

Like that girl Flora I'm fighting tonight.

Yeah? They're gonna kill her?

Not them.

Me.

Wow.

And now I really have to fuck you. Oh, why is that?

I've never fucked a real, like, murderer before.

Oh, is that on your bucket list or something, you sick little fuck?

I'm a sick.

Who did the killer?

I don't want to do it. It makes me... You've done it before?

I can't tell you that. This is lying.

Then you'd have to kill me, too.

If that were the case...

You would be dead already.

Oh yes, Keller.

Kill me.

No,

I'm serious.

Am I laughing?

No.

Are you trying to fuck me up? No.

Ha ha.

I'm going in.

Bad girl.

You're gonna kill her. Oh my god.

Shut the fuck up.

Shut the fuck up.

You gotta behave yourself, you know that?

You got that?

Yeah.

Aww.

Thank you.

Boop, boop, boop.

Don't cheat with your nose in my cut.

Oh yeah.

Knock him dead.

I'm sorry, Papa.

It's good enough, Mr. Profane?

Good job.

You get to live another day.

Can I turn the cameras off now?

We did it. Really?

Yeah.