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No dime in my pocket, dry my tongue, empty my head, dries my soul. | dG1fUDdMM2pyeXE5Q28
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00:00The End
00:15They were on the way to their daughter, they were back to the village
00:19They are so big now
00:22You've been drinking wine and the only one who is working here is me
00:25How is this? What do you feel?
00:27I don't know, it's like that they take mariposas here, but you realize that you're alone.
00:32He told me that the next time he would come with the police, he wouldn't let me enter.
00:35Oh, my God, if my father would live.
00:38Who would touch me?
00:40You can tell me for whatever you want.
00:45Hijo de puta.
00:46Hijo de puta.
00:48We have to talk about you.
00:53You can't talk about a family man who pays you for sex.
00:56What are the business that you have with my neighbor?
00:58Who is going to kill you?
01:00We're going to put a trap, don't let you escape.
01:03Where is your mom? What did you do?
01:05I don't know, she went.
01:17You don't have to do it, nothing more.
01:21¡Fuertelo!
01:22¡Fuertelo!
01:26You got it.
01:27You get it.
01:28Yeah!
01:29You came.
01:36No, I don't have to.

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