机の上でファックしている間に鏡で自分を見る金髪の売春婦

Lloyd, that's a figment of your imagination.

You never see her, she never fucking calls you.

It's a joke.

You know, she works a lot.

Dave's right.

If it weren't for Lola working with her, I wouldn't even think she was real.

I don't usually do this, but call me if you're interested.

Why do you have all the luck?

See?

Shit like that never happens to me.

Well, look at you.

Yeah, well?

Yeah, well what?

I don't know.

Hey, let's see.

If you don't call her, I will.

Um...

You know, Lloyd, it's a waste.

You're never gonna call her.

You're too stuck up on that figment of your imagination.

You call her girlfriend.

No shit.

I don't know, maybe I'll call her.

Maybe?

Fuck that shit.

Go over there and talk to her right now.

I mean, she's totally primed.

I'll just call her.

What?

What?

God, what are we, in high school?

Will you just go fucking talk to her already?

All right, but don't rush me.

Jeez.

Let's get these babies up.

Yeah.

Oh yeah.

Over here?

Sure, why not?

I love the bed.

Just watching.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Mmm.

I'm sure we were doing this without bothering them.

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