Tocilară-pervers-vol. 21

Right.

What else can I do?

I hate it when there's fucking droughts and there's fuck all to do.

No fucking pussy's found and fuck all is fucking shite.

Let's have a look.

Oh, fucking hell, she's nice.

Who the fuck's that?

Oh she's a fucking big balls and all, she's fucking won awards and shit.

She's shot in LA.

Beautiful.

What's that?

Oh shit.

Phil fucking bitch is fucking travelling over to the UK for her first ever shooting.

She's left the fucking details of the company.

Oh fuck, I wouldn't like to be her but that's costing fucking money.

Oh there, an hour ago, on the way to the airport.

Oh, fuck no.

That's fucking bad luck, isn't it?

Who the fuck's you working for? So you've got to scroll down.

Oh, it's the fanny rats coming out of the fucking blocks.

Don't worry, it'll be alright.

You're beautiful, hun, I'm sure it'll work out.

You fucking fanny rats.

All I know is the guy's name is Paul.

It was a phone, me.

I've always had that idea.

Oh, it's me.

I'm going to go and see where this fucking goes.

I don't know what the fuck I'm gonna feel if you're gonna find it, you know what I mean?

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