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(gentle music)

♪ 'Mid pleasures and palaces ♪

♪ Though we may roam ♪

♪ Be it ever so humble ♪

♪ There's no place like home ♪

♪ A charm from the skies ♪

♪ Seems to hallow us there ♪

♪ Which seek through the world ♪

♪ Is never met with elsewhere ♪

♪ Home home sweet sweet home ♪

♪ There's no place like home ♪

♪ There's no place like home ♪

(bright opera music)

(John coughs)

(bright opera music continues)

(crickets chirping)

(dog howling)

(crickets chirping)

You wanna fuck?

How much?

[John] 250.

250?

[John] Yeah.

Who the fuck do you think you are, James Dean?

Get the out of here.

(engine starts)

Fucker!

(tires screeching)

(crickets chirping)

(bright opera music)

(bright opera music continues)

(foreign opera music)

(oil sizzling)

Thank you.

You're a dumb fuck, you know that?

What?

- Who the fuck charges 250 for a motherfucking blowjob?

Are you out of your fucking mind?

I wasn't gonna blow him.

No, you weren't.

You're gonna get your little ass fucked,

and it's not worth 250.

What did I tell you?

What the fuck did I tell you?

Ain't nobody in this tight ass town

gonna be paying you 250 for a motherfucking blowjob.

So, you go lower, motherfucker.

[John] How much?

Honey, hell, 50 if you have to.

Shit, you dumb as fuck.

Fuck you.

(car whooshing)

(doorbell rings)

(gentle country music)

(water burbling)

(microwave beeping)

(water burbling)

(crickets chirping)

[Customer] Hey, how's it going?

Good, how are you?

I'm good.

Do you wanna go for a ride?

All right.

You gonna pay me?

How much?

250 and you pay for the room?

Okay.

Yeah.

How old are you?

18.

Really?

Yeah.

You wouldn't lie to me, would you?

No.

I have my papers if you want me to prove it.

No, that's all right.

It's just...

Well, you gotta be really careful nowadays.

That's all.

What?

Sorry.

You kind of just look like my dad.

Well, that's fucked up.

(tongue and lips smacking)

That was quick.

(water rushing)

You said 250.

For what?

You're just fucking lying there.

Can I have another 10?

[Customer] No.

Please?

Get the fuck outta my room.

Can I bum a cigarette, at least?

Fuck him.

[Bystander] You didn't say something to me.

I don't give a fuck if I...

(customers faintly speaking)

(phone shutter clicks)

Great stuff.

Okay.

(phone shutter clicks)

Perfect, perfect.

(phone shutter clicks)

I'm not seeing enough bulge.

Fuck.

Puff out the chest a little.

Like this?

Is it better?

(Miguel chuckles)

Yeah, right.

You look like shit babes.

Hit the gym or something, man.

Yeah?

Lay off the smoke or...

But, yeah, don't bother.

Some guys love fucking skinny boys.

- Something good. - Yeah, you're good.

Unless you wanna show me your dick too.

Why?

What the fuck does that gonna do?

Well, trust me, the more variation, the better.

More Johns you get.

[John] How?

What do you put on your website?

On my site?

Dude, everything.

It's like playing a role and shit, you know?

Some clients have different tastes.

Plus, you can ask for free shit too.

How?

Dude, just get a wishlist.

Whatever the you want.

Christmas is coming.

You never know.

And they'll buy it just like that.

That's only with my regulars though.

You gotta build your regulars first.

Be nice to those fuckers.

Give 'em a good.

But never come first.

Look, rule number one in this whoring business,

you make them come,

you never come first.

Or better yet, you don't come at all.

Why?

How was I supposed to do this fucking job?

I mean, that's how I lasted long in the street.

Just let them fuck you in the ass,

piss in their mouth.

Never come first.

You got it?

Yeah, okay.

Trust me, once those fuckers cum,

then they won't give a about you or your dick.

They just wanna get the fuck out of there.

Let's go like five at a night.

Easy, that's a grand.

Okay.

And make sure your hole is clean too.

It's gonna hurt like a bitch.

What do you mean?

Look, take a real good shit before you go to work.

No spicy tacos.

Make sure you soap that shit.

Deep.

Get in there.

Oh, use one of these.

You are gonna use it, yeah?

[John] To like wash my ass?

Get some warm water, pump it in the ass,

and shit it out.

Self-explanatory.

(siren wailing)

(John groans)

[Thug] I wanna fucking park down here.

Hold on, bro.

What the fuck?

Oh, fuck, that homie.

What's up there?

[Thug] The fuck is that little doing over there, bro?

What the fuck he's doing on my street like that, bro?

He can't, nah.

I know that it ain't one of those

night walking motherfuckers.

Fuck this motherfucker, bro.

Fucking faggot motherfucker.

The fuck you doing here, bro?

Who said you could stay here, huh?

You think we don't know

what you're doing here, huh, faggot?

This isn't the fucking place for you

if you're doing this.

You understand?

You fucking stupid?

You know where the you at, huh?

Little bitch-ass faggot motherfucker.

Get your bitch-ass outta here, bro.

Catch you whoring right here again,

I'll cut off that fucking dick.

You hear that, you fucking faggot?

No faggots allowed on my street, period.

You understand what I'm telling you?

Hell no.

We don't allow that around here.

(upbeat music)

(whirring)

(gentle music)

(air gun firing)

(retro game music)

(whimsical arcade music)

(visitors faintly speaking)

(visitors screaming)

(footsteps thumping)

[Friend] The fuck you want?

Just saying hello.

Fuck you, okay?

You only come up to me when you want something for me.

So go on and spit it out.

What the fuck you want?

I need some money.

What for?

Groceries.

The fuck did you do last night?

- I didn't score. - Hmm.

Well guess what, you broke motherfucker,

I didn't score either, okay?

Why the you think I'm standing out here now?

Oh, well, you still coming at me to the Venice, right?

- Mm-hmm.

Cool.

I'll see you then.

Come here.

You still taking your prep?

Right now I need to go back to center

and get some more.

Well, here.

Take a few of these, and I'll go buy later

pick some more up.

Cool.

And here is a hundred dollars.

Get something to eat.

You're the best.

- Mm-hmm.

- Uh-uh.

Get the fuck away from me, little nigga.

I need to make my money back.

Bye.

- I'll see you next week. - Mm-hmm.

That's what you get.

Shit.

(crickets chirping)

Wanna have some fun?

You wanna fuck or what?

Don't waste my fucking time.

Wait.

Are you a cop?

What?

Oh.

Well, are you?

No.

Can I...

Can I touch you?

If you get a motel, you can touch me wherever you want.

No, but can I touch you now?

Please, I gotta be sure.

Just take a second.

I need to be sure.

Pull your pants down.

All right, get in.

[John] Care if I smoke?

[Politician] No.

(indistinct)

Man, you fucking (indistinct).

Are you gonna fuck me?

No.

Stop wasting my fucking time you fucking creep.

This is $500,

but I'm not gonna do anything to you.

Why are you paying me for then?

Can we just talk for a bit?

Okay.

Okay.

So you're paying me $500 just to talk.

Yes.

I mean, if that's all right with you.

Whatever, man.

So, are you gonna tell me who you are or what your name is?

I'm a businessman.

I'm a family man.

I have a kid your age.

And I also work in politics.

You ever heard of Iowa?

[John] Yeah.

Now you know where I'm from.

I can't tell you my name though.

I'm a homo just like you.

And in years in office,

I've helped pass a lot of bills, a lot of laws

that make queer folk, like you, life very difficult.

Why?

Why?

I don't know why.

Why do people do a lot of things they do?

To get by, to fit in.

My party doesn't tolerate our kind.

I wouldn't last a second in politics

if people knew I were queer.

My wife would leave me.

My kids would a abandon me.

I'd have nothing.

Nothing.

Who wants that?

I tell myself.

Yet, at night,

I find myself cruising around

whatever town I happen to be in,

looking for someone I can talk to.

Someone who would understand.

I'm surrounded by people all day long,

and I'm still so alone.

I work like a maniac just to,

just to try to get by.

But I'm just always so alone.

And it hurts.

It hurts so bad.

(politician sobbing)

I have no love for my wife I never have.

My kids, they're just props for the public.

You know, and I've thought about dying.

I think about it a lot.

And I used to be scared.

I used to be so scared.

But not anymore.

Not anymore.

Are you gonna be all right?

Yeah, I'll be fine.

Do you want a hug or something?

Would you?

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry for everything.

Thank you.

(gentle guitar music) (crickets chirping)

(car whooshing)

(gentle instrumental music)

(muffled singing)

(dogs barking)

(whimsical music)

(cars whooshing)

(woman laughing)

I got your money.

What happened to you?

I was waiting for like an hour.

What happened to me?

I got my motherfucking ass beat

for giving your some money on Tuesday.

That's what happened.

So, thanks a bunch.

Wait, did Bob beat you?

It ain't his fault.

I didn't make nothing all day.

But shit, it ain't my motherfucking fault either.

You know?

I should have never listened to you.

I am tired of covering for your broke ass

all the fucking time.

How the am I supposed to work now?

Look at my face.

You know what?

From now on, don't come up to me

on the motherfucking streets like that no more.

You^ hear me?

We're fucking done.

- I'm sorry. - Fuck you.

Hi.

How are you?

Can I just do the (indistinct).

Thanks you so much. (attendant faintly speaking)

Neutral?

(attendant faintly speaking)

- Neutral. - Neutral.

- I'm so sorry. - Put it on neutral.

Oh, neutral.

Oh.

That's it, yeah.

I thought he said no radio.

No radio?

Why no radio?

It's so trippy.

(Miguel faintly speaking)

All right.

I was gonna say.

That's like the coolest thing I've ever seen.

That's so cool.

I think that's what this is for.

It just looks cool.

(Miguel faintly speaking)

Oh, it's so game over.

You need to get your ass tested.

Yeah.

It's not a fucking joke.

You're gonna get it if you're not careful.

I'm on the pills.

Those pills are fucking expensive.

You have to take 'em every day.

They're not gonna give 'em to you every day.

And you need to get a fucking phone.

How am I supposed to call you if you don't have a phone?

Yeah.

What?

You're not doing the website anymore?

You're gonna go whore around

like those sluts on sunset?

Maybe.

(Miguel scoffs)

All right.

Fuck.

I still have those pictures.

I'll set you up a profile.

If they call me, I send your to them.

We split it 50/50.

You're a pimp now?

I'm doing you a favor,

you thick motherfucker.

You're not making shit.

Think about it.

Dumb motherfucker.

(waves crashing)

(siren wailing)

(upbeat music) (horns beeping)

I know you.

At the park, remember?

I came back in but you weren't there.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

You look good tonight.

Thank you.

So, what do you say we go back my place.

Huh?

You gonna pay me?

If that's what you want.

300.

Going up a bit, huh?

You know what?

Fine.

Let's see the money.

It's all there, all right?

No worries.

It's payday

Come.

(crickets chirping)

Get in.

I wanna sit in the front.

We're doing it in the back.

I ain't paying for a fucking room.

Are you gonna do this or not?

Come on.

It'll be quick.

I got a lube and rubber in there already.

That's fine.

Easy 300, huh?

- Faggot. - Cheap motherfucker.

Watch your fucking mouth.

Move over.

Don't hug all the seats.

God.

Nice, huh?

Oh, I have a surprise for you.

You want some?

You gonna do me like that?

I'm sharing this with you

and you're gonna fucking do me like that,

you little faggot?

You know how much this shit fucking cost?

Do you know how big my cock is?

Answer the question.

No.

It's a motherfucker.

I split my wife's cunt open with this cock.

Is that what you want?

You gotta loosen up, man. (laughs)

I got my dildo in the glove box.

I'm gonna grab that piece of wood

and I'm gonna loosen your ass up real nice right here

and you're gonna scream like a little fucking bitch.

Is that what you want?

Or you can relax and (faintly speaking).

Yeah.

Yeah, that's...

That's what I'm talking about.

Let's get busy.

(customer moaning)

(customer panting)

That wasn't bad.

Did you cum?

Yeah.

Can you pay me now?

(crickets chirping)

(gentle music)

My first time, man,

to be honest with you, I thought I'd shoot my pants.

No, but they gave me one of those big, you know, metal,

big ass metal dildos

to open up my asshole with so it wouldn't hurt as bad.

Anus, rectum, musculus, buttilus maximus, boy pussy,

whatever the fuck you wanna call it.

Not only my thing, you know,

but a lot of my customers,

they like looking at it,

fucking staring at it.

We all took prep.

No.

What the fuck am I afraid for?

Just wear a condom, man.

You can't get shit with a condom.

That's why I don't fucking kiss.

I'll suck your dick, I'll lick your cum,

I'll eat your pie hole.

But sorry, I don't kiss.

I don't give a fuck what you have in your mouth.

Family, they don't give a shit.

Never have, never will.

You think I'd be doing some shit like this

if I had a mom and fucking dad around?

It's hard to get in a relationship nowadays, man.

And that goes for everyone.

I know men in their thirties, forties

couldn't get a girlfriend.

It's fucking pathetic.

No partner, man.

I mean, sure it'd be nice to have someone to go home to,

but, you know, fuck, I'd settle for any nigga

that would, you know, accept me for who I am and what I do.

But that's my business.

It's hard.

If I can keep it from them,

but they're about to know it sooner or later.

Who gives a shit, man?

Who gives a shit?

I don't know.

You know, maybe I'll go to Europe or something.

Some place that no one knows me, you know?

Place to start over.

Doesn't matter.

You can't run away from yourself.

These things, they kill you on the inside.

Not in your soul, you know?

Can't do anything to change that.

I don't believe in God.

Oh yeah, absolutely.

Definitely.

- Living here, the things you see people do on the street.

Indifferent.

There is one.

That's something to think about that matter.

Oh, man, I'm straight.

I'm not really into that gay shit

I just do it 'cause it's easy.

You have to like it, even a little.

No hustler can call himself a hetero doing this shit.

It's bullshit.

He's bullshitting you.

- One time this motherfucking John Holmes drops his pants

and whips out a fucking 13-inch BBC.

Oh, it's a big motherfucking cock.

Now, I don't dig those black hawks that much,

but, yeah, man, he gave me a fucking good time.

Gotta love 'em all, man.

Everybody's different, you know?

Peculiar in their own little way.

And it's beautiful.

That's why it's hard to shake off the street, you know?

Once you get a taste of it.

(spirited opera music)

Leaders.

Media stars, cessations.

The next shout out to the biggest thing ever.

Daughter.

Hold on to your daughter, okay?

Did to descend it.

I tried to come up,

but I have to try it in order to not lose.

(muffled country music)

You believe with Jesus, you go heaven.

(indistinct) believe that's denomination.

You go hell.

Be my Lord.

Be my Lord.

- Be my savior. - Be my savior.

You are my Lord.

You are my Lord.

And I confess you are my savior.

(country music)

(gentle music)

(gentle opera music)

[John] Happy birthday.

What the fuck you want now?

[John] Do you want me to wrap it?

You see what the fuck I'm doing out here?

What is your problem?

What?

I'm supposed to carry a bear too now?

Just tonight night.

Yeah, there.

You have a cigarette?

No, you know why I only smoke weed, right?

Can I have some weed then?

Fuck no.

I got no damn weed.

(indistinct)

That's about it.

You are welcome.

Thank you.

(John coughs)

Yeah, real fucking smart.

Appreciate you.

Is hustling getting too much for you?

You wanna go get some coffee with me?

I'm buying.

Yeah.

Yeah, okay.

I haven't got nothing else better to do.

It's a slow ass motherfucking night anyway.

(car whooshing) (footsteps thumping)

You score?

Twice

Fast.

Shit, you gotta do 'em quick.

I charge a hundred a blow.

(indistinct)

I ain't got all fucking night.

Why do you do this fucking so low?

That's my rate.

Shit, out here, that's all you fucking get.

We could wait till they come back.

Yeah, I come short a dollar,

and Bob's gonna beat the black off my ass.

Besides, I told you, okay?

Out here, that's all you fucking get.

I'm a black bitch with a black motherfucking dick.

I gotta get it how I live.

But what about you?

What you make?

Couple hundred, I lost it.

Why?

What happened?

Passed on the streets.

Some fuckers probably fuck with it.

So you just going to keep

losing your hustle money like this, huh?

Boy, you gonna have to learn to take care of yourself, okay?

I'm not gonna be here forever to save your ass, John.

Me and you, we fuck people all day

and they don't give a good fuck about us.

I could die tomorrow and no one would even notice.

Just another hoe on the strow.

It's my birthday today,

and I ain't got a single call.

No one ever calls my phone.

I have over 200 numbers in there.

My phone never rings.

No calls.

Even the guys I fuck,

they don't wanna be seen with me.

And I see 'em all the time,

their wives and their kids walking the streets.

They don't want to know me.

They don't want everyone to know

I'm their little secret.

The only time they wanna get to know me

is when they're getting their dick sucked.

That's my value.

John, listen to me.

I didn't choose this motherfucking life.

I didn't choose to be no hoe, okay?

If people out here could just accept me for who I am,

like people like me,

maybe we wouldn't be out here on these fucking streets.

But I can't lie, this is my business.

But you, you could still make it out.

You gotta do whatever you gotta do

to get the fuck out while you still can, okay?

You promised me.

Okay.

Well...

Yeah, no, but dude did not sound like he was from LA.

Like, LAPD officer walked into the car.

He is like, "You know how fucking fast you were going?"

And I was like, "No.

No, how fast was I going?"

He goes, "I caught about 95,

maybe about 105."

And I was like, "I'm sorry."

He is like, "God damn it, you're sorry."

And he's like, "I'm gonna write you for 95,

but you're lucky."

I was like, "I'm lucky.

Why am I lucky?

I got pulled over.

Like, I'm not lucky at all,"

as there's people zooming past, zoom.

And I'm like, "God damn, dude.

Pull out the gun.

Like, look at these people."

There was this cop in Malibu

when I was working in Malibu still.

And he...

I got pulled over because I turned left.

They pulled you over for that?

Yeah.

He was following me the whole time too waiting.

I think he knew that I was gonna fuck up

'cause it was early in the morning.

And he pulled me over and he like asked for my ID.

And so I pulled out my ID,

and my fake is in my wallet too.

And he goes, "What's that?"

I'm like, "I'm not gonna lie to you,

that's my fake ID from high school."

And he goes, "Oh, let me see that."

And like he grabbed it and he is like,

"Yeah, you won't be needing that.

I'll take that."

And I was like, "Okay."

And he like ran my numbers and like ran my plates,

came back to the window,

and he was like,

"All right, so, you know,

here's what's gonna happen."

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

(customer sighs)

(gentle guitar music)

(John sighs)

(plane zooming)

(John moaning)

(gentle guitar music) (birds chirping)

Yep.

On the bottom.

Make sure you're hitting on the bottom.

Okay.

Slow down.

Whoa, slow down.

Slow down.

That's not a fucking race.

Look, bring your hands down one string, right here.

That's C at nine.

It's my favorite chord,

or one of them.

What's up, bitch?

- What's good? - What's up?

Still playing?

- (indistinct) playing shit. - Fuck you.

Oh, you are a man now?

Yeah, come on, gimme some, bro.

Get your punk as out.

Yeah.

Okay, okay.

Calm your tits, hot shot.

- Ooh, look at that. - The fuck?

Is that new?

I didn't see that one before, bro.

[Friend] Where do you get that, from jail?

If you guys wanna see a real fucking tat,

look at this shit. - Ooh, damn.

[Friend] Yo, what'd it say?

It's Greek.

I know it's not English, motherfucker.

What'd it say?

It means mind your business.

John, you have to know how to do this, right?

This ain't a walk in the fucking park.

You need to keep them roused.

Everybody love a good massage.

If you 'em a good massage,

they're gonna forget you're a bad fuck.

I mean, look at them cheeks and tie down.

They fuck like shit.

They got customers every night,

yet they're dicks, let me tell you that.

Start with the hands.

You feel that?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

And you work your way up the shoulder.

And you work on both shoulders.

Now give them muscle a good rub.

But don't touch a bone.

That shit hurts.

You work on the back.

Use your elbow.

Like this.

You feel that?

[John] Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

And you grab their ass.

OnlyFans is fucking bullshit.

What the fuck would you know about it?

You run it for like two months.

Yeah, you know how much I made?

[Miguel] Well, like, 20 bucks?

Nada.

Yeah, bro.

It's fucking bullshit.

I was on YouTube for two fucking years.

Made nada, okay?

You have to keep up with your audiences,

keep 'em happy every week,

make new content every week.

Every day you're basically a slave to the whole system.

It's fucking bullshit. - Fuck that.

- People think it's so easy to make money off the internet,

but it's not, okay?

It's the same as any other job.

You have to work your fucking ass off every day.

It's bullshit. - How many bars do you have?

Bro, don't even bring that up, man.

(friends laughing)

You and your mom, bro.

(indistinct).

Do not go for the dick.

Do not go for the dick.

Not just yet.

Make them beg for it.

Look around it.

Look on the stomach, the hips, the navel, them thighs,

that make them fucking wet.

Never fuck a girl.

Why's that?

[Friend] 'Cause he's a fucking fag.

Shut the fuck up, man.

It's not worth it.

Dude, I tried them both.

Dick are easier.

Them old bitches, bro.

It takes forever to make them cum.

[Friend] That's just you, man.

(friends laughing)

Big guy, man.

There's a woman pleaser.

Once I got this old fat bitch, right?

Husband been dead like forever,

so she's like never seen any action, right?

Dude, I gave her a good fucking massage.

She was all fucking hot, right, dude?

This old was ready to fucking blow.

Look at them in the eyes.

Don't break eye contact.

Then stick out your tongue and go.

On the tip.

On the tip.

You stop.

Dude, she even complimented me.

Called me handsome and all that bitch shit, dude.

Said she was gonna gimme a $500 tip, dude.

I was over the moon. - It was that good?

I hadn't squirt all week.

I was pumped.

Then you go.

Then you stop.

Then you go.

This bitch is breathing like a fucking dog, right?

I was hot, she was hot.

I was getting ready to give her a good hammer time, bro.

You bite the balls one at a time.

Suck 'em, roll around with your tongue.

Keep both eyes on him while you're doing that.

And this motherfucker you should be passing out by now.

Do exactly what I'm telling you to do.

But you wait.

You wait for it.

You wait for the head motion.

She goes, "Really?"

So I'm like fucking, "Really what, bitch?"

She's like, "Is that all you got,

you fucking midget?"

- No. - No.

- I swear to God. - That's it, dude.

Got up, got dressed, and fucked off.

Didn't even pay for the fucking room.

Yeah.

And once they do that,

it's deep throat time.

Fast, fast, fast.

You go, nom, nom.

I'm gonna slug the fucking bitch.

When I get out of there,

she's still in the hall

talking to some bitch friend of hers

bitching about that midget

with that fucking pencil dick.

Dude, when I pass by,

I just wanna slug that bitch in the fucking mouth.

Ten seconds, I'm telling you.

10 seconds, god damn guarantee.

That nigga gonna come like Niagara Falls.

It's not my fault.

There's so much fucking skin there to get through

that she wouldn't be able to feel it.

It's not my fault.

She needs a 12-inch dick just to fucking feel something.

That's not my fault.

That doesn't mean I have a small dick.

Just because I don't have a horse cock

doesn't mean it's fucking... (indistinct) this in there.

Fuck me, she'd take it.

She'd probably take anything, man.

[Friend] Little trips.

[Friend] Knock off that (indistinct)

right out of her.

No, man.

That's it.

That's it.

No more.

[Friend] She needs a help (indistinct).

Dude, from that day on,

it's fucking (indistinct) or nothing.

(cars whooshing)

(girl moaning)

Yeah, yeah.

(girl moaning)

Oh.

(cars whooshing)

You follow me now?

Well, you didn't say much in there.

Thought you might want to go get a drink.

Sure.

So where you wanna go?

Get me a room.

What?

I'm not gonna you in the car.

Get me a room.

Yeah, okay.

So, are you an actor?

What makes you say that?

I don't know, just a guess.

Yeah, well, that's a good thing.

Why is that a good thing?

I used to be like you, man.

I was hustling instead of busting tables.

I just thought you might be one of those out work actors

trying to find extra money, you know?

So, are you an actor?

Yeah, (indistinct) has been, you know?

You wouldn't see me in anything, really.

You know, I tried.

I really tried.

I really wanted to be an actor, man.

I took all the acting classes,

I went to all the auditions.

I fucked anybody that would give me a role, you know?

And, yeah.

Yeah, the casting couch much,

that's the real deal, man.

Don't let anybody tell you different.

And it'll never go away.

Never.

I don't care what anyone says,

it'll never ever go away.

I knew I was gay when I was six.

I used to root for the guys.

I'd get excited when the men would take their shirts off.

But you really couldn't come out then.

However pathetic your career was,

it was wiped out.

Yeah.

The difference does it make.

You think these Hollywood hot shots

would come out of the closet now?

No way.

No fucking way.

I know every one of 'em.

They'll stay in their god damn closet

until the day they fucking die.

That bad, huh?

(customer chuckles)

It's show business, you know?

It's all about the audience's perception.

They put you in a box, you know?

That's just one box you can never get out of.

Today, they call it typecast.

Same thing with sex.

This business is all about sex, or sex appeal, you know?

Straight actor plays a gay character.

And a lot of times, you know, they get rewarded for it,

you know, for their bravery in playing that part.

A gay actor like myself, I can only usually play myself.

The audience isn't gonna believe my acting.

And that's just an uphill battle you'll never win.

You know?

But I didn't care.

You know?

Just wanted to be myself.

That's why it didn't work, you know?

I didn't care about my image.

But my manager,

you know, my manager wanted me to settle down.

Date a few women, fool the public.

He told me go hang out with, you know,

some of these airheaded bimbos.

Take 'em to dinner.

Let 'em take some pictures.

You know?

I work on my image.

Yeah.

The whole thing is losing, you know?

And I really tried, you know?

I did.

I felt sorry for these women, or beard as I call 'em.

I mean, the women were sweet.

We all got along, but they all knew I was a poof, you know?

And that was that.

Then the contract was up, money ran out.

And they got hired to beard some other actor.

You know?

(rain pattering)

(man faintly speaking)

(plane zooming)

(birds chirping)

(John panting)

(John coughing)

Top shelf, huh?

- Mm-hmm.

And you better finish that shit too

'cause it ain't cheap.

Okay, okay.

You wanna go dancing?

Was it actually? - I don't know.

I'm just making up this stuff

'cause honestly, I don't know.

Even do I.

Okay, even do I.

Okay, cool.

That's why I'm like, I'm feeling funky feet.

Funky feet.

Table for two.

How's that punk ass holding up?

What?

Fucking Miguel?

Yeah, fucking Miguel.

He's cool.

Yeah, I've been to his website and shit, so...

That little nigga

still owe me my motherfucking weed money, okay?

When I see him,

I'm gonna shove that guitar so far up his little ass.

Miguel didn't pay you?

Hell no.

He owe everybody money.

Pussy ass motherfucker.

You know what he asked me the other day?

Hm?

He asked me if I was molested when I was young.

And then he said if you weren't,

then you wouldn't be this way.

So I said, "Bitch, do you think everybody"

that's fucking trans got molested?

Is that it?

Okay, I grew up normal.

My mom and my dad, blessed their soul,

treated me the best that they could

"up until the point that I transitioned, okay?"

I couldn't have asked for any better parents.

I'm sick of punks like him coming up to me

asking me stupid questions like that.

Then what did he say?

Oh, he didn't mean anything by it.

It didn't mean anything.

But, yeah, fuck him, right?

You know he like to stir up.

(rain pattering)

How's it going?

It's going good, sir.

Thank you for asking.

Yeah.

You think I can get any of it?

Yeah.

(customer coughs)

- Some good shit. - Yeah.

So...

What's it gonna be?

What you see is what you got?

Yeah, yeah.

I know, okay?

Cut your shit.

What's your deal?

How much?

$5?

500.

500?

Yeah.

I mean, if I'm topping, it's a hundred more.

But you're in luck.

I can do both.

So does that come out to like 700.

650.

650?

Yeah, you're cute.

Do you take credit?

I take Zelle, Google Pay, Apple, Cash App, Meta.

What do you have?

I got...

I got $40.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

71, 72.

75.

All right.

Yeah?

Yeah.

So what does that get me?

No.

No.

Slow down, slow down.

(customer moaning) - Relax, relax.

(customer moaning)

Ooh, ooh.

(customer moaning)

(customer moaning)

- That was fun. - Yeah.

Alrighty.

Later.

(car beeps)

(gentle trumpet music)

(phone buzzing)

What's your name?

- My name is (indistinct). - Okay.

Yeah, we don't care about your name.

Get the fuck outta here.

I'm on my corner.

I'm working right here.

- No, you ain't working here. - Yes I am.

Can you guys just please-

All right then, how much?

You need to go.

Come on.

[Announcer] (indistinct) Station.

(indistinct) here for Kaizer Permanente Childrens Hospital.

(announcer faintly speaking)

Yes, please.

Dry my car, yeah.

Shut the fuck up.

Stop lying.

[John] I don't know.

When?

I don't know.

It could have been anybody.

What are you gonna do?

I don't know.

What the fuck do you mean you don't know?

You're gonna keep working or what?

Look, man, people test positive all the fucking time.

You know, shit happens.

You still got to eat.

If you pull this shit long enough on the street,

you'll gonna get it sooner or later.

Most of my friends got it.

It's not like the fucking '80s anymore.

You're not gonna die from it.

How do you know?

Dude, just go back there and ask them.

I give you a bunch of shit, fix you up.

And shut the up about this shit.

It doesn't do you any good

going around telling people what you got.

Just shut the fuck up and go to work.

(car whooshing)

She's busy, huh?

You tell her to come to the phone.

Tell her to come to the phone.

You talk to Tyler?

Yeah, what'd you say to her?

Don't fucking lie to me

or I swear to God I'll strangle you both.

What did you say to her?

Yeah, you told her that you were gonna take her from me.

You're not happy.

You're not happy leaving me,

you're gonna take my kid too, you skanky bitch.

What am I supposed to do now?

What the fuck am I supposed to do?

I don't care.

I don't care about all that.

Baby, I want you to come.

Baby, I miss you so much.

I want you to come home.

I have nobody.

All I have is you.

Please (indistinct).

Come home, baby girl, please.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Please come home.

Just don't do this to me.

Don't...

You fucking cunt.

You're a fucking cunt.

I'm gonna fucking kill you,

strangle you, you fucking cunt.

You fucking do this to me.

Fucking nobody.

A fucking nobody.

(gentle music)

♪ 'Tis the last rose of summer ♪

♪ Left blooming alone ♪

♪ All her lovely companions ♪

♪ Are faded and gone ♪

♪ No flower of her kindred ♪

♪ No rose bud is nigh ♪

♪ To reflect back her blushes ♪

♪ Or give sigh for sigh ♪

(car whooshing)

Oh, hell no.

This motherfucker.

Get your fucking ass over here.

What the fuck is your fucking deal?

What the fuck is your problem, huh?

- I'm sorry. - What's wrong with you?

- Sorry. - Get your ass over here.

What the is wrong with you, huh?

What's wrong with you?

What is your fucking problem?

Nice to see you too.

No.

Why you gotta run your big fucking mouth about John, huh?

I'm...

Look, I just told him to get ass tested.

Oh, you really did.

What (indistinct) of yours to fucking tell him.

You a fucking snitch or something?

He does.

Oh he does, huh?

Keep your mouth shut and stop talking to him.

Get the fuck on. - Take a chill pill.

Take a chill pill?

Fuck you and that fucking chill pill.

You want a chill pill?

I got a chill pill for your ass, Miguel.

Come here.

Bring your ass the fuck on.

You want a motherfucking chill pill?

Get the on up out of here.

(car whooshing)

(birds chirping)

Why you ain't answering my calls?

So what?

You just giving me shoulders and shit?

Can I come in?

[John] Sure.

I got you some groceries.

You okay?

You wanna talk about it?

Not too bad 'cause we gonna talk about it.

Come here.

It's okay, you know?

You're gonna be all right, you hear me?

Okay?

Now, go lay down.

I'm gonna make you something to eat.

I gotta smoke.

Boy, if I ever catch you with a cigarette in your hand,

I'm gonna slap the fuck outta you, okay?

I don't give a fuck what you got.

I swear to God.

Now go lay your ass the fuck down.

Talking about can you hit a cigarette.

Bon appetit.

Eat it while it's hot.

What?

It's salty.

Bitch, I cooks for Bob,

and Bob like his eggs salty.

What?

You don't like it salty?

No.

Okay, well fine.

Give it here. - I'm eating it.

You want some water?

You still working?

Of course not.

So what you gonna do?

I don't know.

You know you could still work, right?

You just gotta take the pills.

Well, you can't come live with me.

Now, listen, I wish for God I can give you a place to stay,

but I can't.

Now, I can come check on you, see how you doing,

buying you groceries and like shit that

but you can't come stay with me.

They're gonna take this place back pretty soon.

So what you gonna do?

Lay here till they throw your ass out?

What you gonna do?

I think I'm gonna go see my dad.

I haven't see him in like five years.

Might as well talk to him for one last time.

Listen, you ain't gonna die, you hear me?

Now, you just gotta keep taking

these fucking pills every damn day,

but you ain't gonna die.

Now, your lungs might get fucked up

and your liver might get fucked up,

but you gonna live a long life.

It's all right.

I just said so many mean things to him

and I hurt him so bad.

I obviously didn't even mean any of it.

It's just...

You know, the other night

when we went dancing and I told you I was mad at Miguel.

You know, I wasn't really mad at the little nigga,

he just triggered me.

About what?

I was molested.

And no, not by my dad.

My dad would never do such a thing, you know?

A man with many floss,

but deep down inside, he was a good man.

He would take me fishing up by Lake Isabella.

He taught me how to catch my first fish.

I was about eight years old.

Taught me how to swim.

I was with my dad every summer.

But it was my uncle.

I was about four years old,

home alone when he came by.

And many years later when my dad found out,

my uncle had to leave town

because my dad was gonna kill him.

Well, the day that I came out to my dad,

he was completely mad and he blamed my uncle.

He threw everything he could at me that day.

It was such a big fight.

And I ain't seen him since.

And I never got to tell him the truth.

Truth is, I've known I was born

in the wrong body since I came here.

You know what my uncle did to me was fucking disgusting

and completely horrible,

but completely insignificant

to the (indistinct) that I become, you know?

And I suspect deep down inside, my dad knows that,

but he just did whatever he needed to do

to shift the blame, you know?

Whatever floats his boat, I guess.

You know, I'm not even mad at him no more.

Like, we're just two different people.

I'm different, he's different.

And, you know, he didn't know what to do with me,

so he just lashed out.

I am still calling the old fucker every Christmas,

and he never picks up the phone

'cause he's probably still mad at me.

But, you know, one day I hope he does pick up the phone

so we can forgive each other and just fucking move on.

Listen to me, John, you're you,

and that is a wonderful thing, okay?

Don't let anyone call you anything other than who you are.

'Cause there's gonna be people in this world

calling you all sorts of names,

but we don't let them define you.

Don't let them do that

'cause that's not who you are.

Okay?

You just be you, just be yourself.

Okay, John?

You just be yourself.

Are you all right?

I'm all right.

I can't hear you.

I'm all right.

Say it, come on.

I'm all right.

One more time.

I'm all right.

I can't hear you up in here, John.

Come on.

I'm all right.

All right, now.

You all right John.

You all right.

Nice ride.

You like it?

Yeah, it's pretty cool.

Wait, I've got something for you.

The fuck is it, sweetened (indistinct)?

Your diet shit.

Shut the fuck up.

You fucking asshole.

Want a hit or not?

Hell yeah.

Let me see that.

Oh.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,

slow the fuck down.

Fucking asshole.

You barely left me any.

That's it.

Two fucking hits.

That's your payment.

I ain't paying you any, you fucking moron.

Fucking greedy faggot.

Yeah, thanks.

You good?

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

All right, let's do this.

Why don't you undo my pants down first, James Dean?

Do it yourself.

What?

Wanna play tough?

Huh?

(indistinct). - All right, cool.

Cool, cool.

Go ahead.

Undo my pants.

Go on.

That's right.

All right.

Touch it.

[Miguel] Yeah.

(lips and tongue smacking)

Oh, fuck.

(customer groan)

Son of a bitch.

What the is wrong with you?

What the fuck are you doing?

[Miguel] Fucking get him, boys.

Come on.

Get down.

Shit.

Try to touch our friend again, fucker.

- Fuck you. - Fuck you.

(group faintly speaking)

- What the fuck. - Fuck, dude.

- God damn. - Dude.

[Friend] Oh, fuck.

[Friend] I think I broke his nose.

Stop acting like a fucking bitch

My fucking knuckles have cracked, dude.

Fuck that dude though.

- Fuck that dude. - That was so good.

You got him more bud than I do.

You good bro?

No.

(customer faintly speaking)

(car whooshing)

(gentle music)

♪ In Dublin's fair city ♪

♪ Where girls are so pretty ♪

♪ 'Twas there I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone ♪

♪ She wheeled her wheelbarrow ♪

♪ Through streets broad and narrow ♪

♪ Crying cockles and mussels alive alive oh ♪

♪ Alive alive oh ♪

♪ Alive alive oh ♪

♪ Crying cockles and mussels alive alive oh ♪

(gentle music)

♪ She was a fishmonger ♪

♪ And sure 'twas no wonder ♪

♪ For so were her father and mother also ♪

♪ They each wheeled their barrows ♪

♪ Through streets broad and narrow ♪

♪ Crying cockles and mussels alive alive oh ♪

♪ She died of a fever ♪

♪ And nothing could save her ♪

♪ And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone ♪

♪ Now her ghost wheels her barrow ♪

♪ Through streets broad and narrow ♪

♪ Crying cockles and mussels alive alive oh ♪

♪ Alive alive oh ♪

♪ Alive alive oh ♪

♪ Crying cockles and mussels alive alive oh ♪