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Good morning.

This is my

apartment.

Pietro, is that you?

How are you, sir?

This is Pietro, yes.

But I told that scoundrel, with me or

not, that they don't know Pietro Botticelli.

And I only do business with money in

my hand.

Do you understand?

They were thinking it was a scam.

A scoundrel!

Okay, but what about the money?

When will you get it?

What?

Tonight.

I'll have dinner with him.

He'll pay me in money.

Big money.

Then I'll catch a plane and I'll be

in São Paulo.

Do you understand?

The woman,

damn it!

And the money, I don't deserve so much.

Mom, what if it's a robbery?

Calm down, Pietro, calm down.

Sir, I have a problem.

My tire is punctured.

Excuse me.

Can you help me?

Of course, no problem, ma'am.

I'm glad you showed up.

I was so afraid, alone on this road.

Now it's all right.

Don't worry, changing a tire is a quick

thing.

You're from outside, aren't you?

Yes, I'm from São Paulo.

I'm here in Maceió, for business.

It's good for you to be from outside.

Why, ma'am?

You know, this is a small town.

Everyone fixes everything, right?

It must be really tight.

The car is new, it's the first time

I've changed a tire.

It's just the bolt.

The rest is all right.

Wow, you're all sweaty.

I'm dying of shame for the trouble I'm

causing you.

You don't have to call me sir.

Call me Pietro.

All right, Pietro.

Thank you.

Please, ma'am.

It doesn't matter.

It's all right.

But you got all dirty.

And it wouldn't be nice if you got

all dirty to the hotel.

It doesn't matter, ma'am.

It does.

You got dirty, and it's my fault.

Look, there's a motel nearby, and you could

take a bath.

What's that, ma'am?

I'm fine, believe me.

I bet you haven't had dinner yet.

I came from a business dinner.

And this dinner, you just talk, talk, talk.

And it wouldn't be nice to offend a

beautiful woman like you.

I'll take a bath.

What's your name?

Pietro Botticelli, your servant.

Nice to meet you, Luisa.

Take your car and come with me, please.

All right.

Luisa, what a beautiful name.

This trip will have much more to offer

than you can imagine, Pietro.

Thank you.

Ah.

Ah.

Ha, ha, ha.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Ha, ha, ha.

Ah.

Luisa, Luisa.

Calm down.

Luisa.

Hey, Luisa.

Damn.

My money.

This woman is a thief.

Damn.

A terrible thing, Pietro.

I'm sorry, I went to the wrong door.

Damn.

Seriously, Maná de Ocane!

Bastard!

Mascacione!

Your big bitch!

Imbecile!

Pagliaccio!

I'm all of this!

Thank you very much for the beautiful and

delicious night you gave me.

I can assure you that of all my

punctured tires, this was the most delicious.

I hope to find it again someday on

another road, because my tire is always puncturing.

A kiss from Luisa, your love of life.

It's not noon yet, and I'm already here,

impatient and nervous.

Indecisive like a schoolgirl before the first date.

Is he going to call me today?

Didn't he give up his strange game that

disturbs me and changes the natural order of

things established in my life?

How can I tell him to stop and

at the same time insist, so that he

continues to whisper those sweet and bitter things

of a different universe that I did not

suspect existed?

Trapped in this room, in this daily monotony,

in this irrepressible marriage where I lack nothing,

only this hoarse voice populating my parts, awakening

the desire of the unknown, promising me the

madness against the calmness of all these years,

reassuring me with the liberation of my instincts,

telling me those obscene things that a right

-wing girl does not think or do.

Poor Fernando,

with his antiseptic and cordial blisters.

How can I ask him not to do

them anymore?

How can I tell him that I no

longer live without the hoarse voice of this

crazy stranger?

His wet dress, glued to his body, transparent

against his white and soft skin, would fill

me with desire, with the desire to lick

his wet and salty legs.

I feel that I would not resist and

would lower my feet.

Then I would go up, my hands sailing

your body, and you, moaning softly, would move,

let go.

I would go up with my tongue, kneading

your hair against my face, until your first

taste came, and I would guide your hand

until you found my sex and led it

to the depths of your body.

I would go up

with my tongue, kneading your hair against my

face, See you soon.

Bye.

Be careful with the cars when you cross

the street.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello, please, who is it?

Elisa.

It's me, my dear.

I just imagined having you all to myself,

my love.

My sex ran through your body, to your

mouth.

And you swallowed me whole.

Like that night, remember?

The two of us on the bus, sitting

on the last seat.

I kissing you and feeling your body trembling

with desire.

Up ahead, without noticing, without noticing our presence,

the driver, full of zeal and mischief, singing

the chorus, and she liking it a lot.

I showed it to you and you got

even more excited.

As the girl up ahead offered herself, I

started sucking you.

Do you remember, my sweet bitch?

Oh, my love, how I like to be

your man.

I feel unique.

Do you want me to keep reminding you

of the rest of the shit we did?

Oh, how you moaned when my tongue passed

through you.

How you twisted, feeling so many repressed and

unrealized feelings.

So many desires, so much sleepiness because of

your cowardice.

I know very well that right now your

husband doesn't exist.

He's nothing but a pale shadow.

Something that's been left behind.

I have to hang up.

My husband's here.

Oh, Elisa, my love.

How I like to be your man.

Hi, love.

What's up, Elisa?

Your clothes are in the back.

Oh, sorry, I didn't notice.

I came running to answer the bell.

Hello.

Good morning, my love.

Today I woke up crazy to make love

to you.

Come to my meeting, come.

Get out of your elegant neighborhood and mix

with the people.

Leave your luxury car in the garage and

take a bus.

The men going to work will go crazy

seeing your fresh and fragrant body so close

and untouchable.

Make it different.

Give them a smile.

Be an accomplice.

Be an accomplice to this new and exciting

game.

Take a seat.

I'm sure you've never even imagined living in

a situation like this.

Enjoy it.

Enjoy and see how good it is to

do things that are different from the usual.

Let them touch you.

Let them suck you.

Filled with desire.

Then you come to my meeting.

In that place I told you about.

You'll be so excited that your natural smell

of a woman will wake up all the

men of consciousness and they'll see us tremble.

And we'll enjoy all the unsatisfied people in

the world.

My weight.

My whole weight.

Eliza.

I want to drive you completely mad with

a desire for a crazy desire to have

me by your side.

For the need to discover and develop your

sensuality repressed by the prejudice of discovering a

liberated woman and open to pleasure.

I want you to get excited until you

can enjoy intensely so that when I'm by

your side I can penetrate your body like

you could never imagine.

When that moment comes I want you to

let me manipulate your newly discovered sensuality and

take it to the culminations of pleasure.

My tongue will pass through every inch of

your skin and even penetrate the intimacy of

your warm and moist sex.

You'll also see how good it is to

have my sex in your burning mouth.

Oh, Eliza.

I want you to enjoy yourself now getting

ready for the great moment when I'll possess

you for real.

Then with the freedom of lovers who don't

feel guilty we'll be able to love each

other forever.

Wednesday the 15th He calls me at any

time now.

In the morning right after Fernando leaves for

work.

In the afternoon or even a few days

without calling me.

Then I'm distressed.

But soon he comes.

Always with the same voice that whispers to

me sending wet kisses to my neck.

Putting his fingers in mine.

Marking me with stronger words.

And I don't even know his name.

But I'm sure that a request from you

an order for me to abandon everything sobriety

family and insecurity to surrender myself to the

whispers of this hoarse voice that has populated

my days with crazy sensations.

That using me as paradoxical as it may

be finds me a sleepy, insensitive woman hidden

in the obligation of only answering yes.

Without will.

Family.

It's from this monotony of the definitive things

that I want to take you out.

I want you to open your life to

the imponderable.

I want you to give yourself the pleasure

of running danger.

Elisa I can feel you doing what I

told you.

Provoking yourself.

Loving yourself.

In the discovery of your body as only

you could do.

Oh, I can hardly stand it anymore.

I keep imagining you there alone.

And me here burning with an immense desire

to penetrate your body.

Oh, Elisa, my love.

When you least expect it, I ring the

bell and come to your house.

Ready to grab you and put you on

your knees in the corridor.

Making you suck me whole.

Until your husband appears and kills us.

You and I will be bleeding and enjoying.

Hello.

How are you?

Come in, please.

Please.

Come in.

Make yourself at home.

I'll be right back.

Thank you.

Good evening.

Sit down.

See you soon.

See you soon.

Let me, Catrina, my love.

Hello.

Elisa.

Are you crazy?

I'll hang up.

I can't stand this farce anymore.

I decided to call you now, knowing that

this shit of your husband has arrived from

work and is there with you.

While I'm here, alone.

I can't stand this desire to really fuck

you anymore, Elisa.

You're crazy and irresponsible.

I'm a married woman.

Do you want to ruin me?

I don't want to talk to you on

the phone anymore.

I want your husband to find out everything.

Kill us.

Or leave you.

Or shoot you in the head.

I don't know.

Anyway.

I want him to do anything to free

you from this miserable life you lead.

I hope

you had the courage to do what I

told you.

That you left a clue for him to

find out everything and have the opportunity to

know who he is.

To discover himself without the mask of seriousness

he wears to cover the shit of life

he also leads.

Now you know everything, Fernando.

I hope you can understand the reasons that

led me to act like this.

Our marriage didn't make sense anymore.

And when things get to this point you

can't identify individual faults.

We made mistakes.

But we still have our lives ahead of

us.

We can redo them, although following different paths.

As for me, I will follow my heart

and intuition.

I hope everything works out in this new

relationship.

But if things don't work out at least

I'm sure I'm making my life bigger through

risk.

At the moment, the only certainty I have

is that I truly love that hoarse voice

of dream that made me wake up and

rediscover the ability to love.

When I received your message, I thought it

was a mistake.

Weren't you coming back next Sunday?

I was, but New York was so crazy

that I decided to take a break and

go back to the base.

You know, I'm tired.

It's a lot at the same time.

Parties, premieres, all kinds of crazy stuff.

But the worst part is that when I

come back it's like I'm in a time

machine that's gone back centuries.

The most modern delay here was 2,000

years ago.

Can you believe it, Tim?

Modernism comes from there, Julinho.

It's where things are always happening.

People's moods are different.

New York is the center of the world,

baby.

You know, I came to see the guys,

but I found them all hoarse.

It's only now that the kitties are starting

to scratch.

And they're hyper-insecure to take on the

braids.

Yeah.

No one wants to be down anymore.

But this sexual revolution here is for the

history of the world, baby.

Only the tribe likes this empire of the

senses.

If you see what you're painting over there,

people like the body, not the man or

woman, you know?

It's cool.

No discrimination.

No.

Trying to get as much pleasure as possible.

What about you?

Did you braid a lot this time?

No.

Did you take more classes?

Baby, in body braids, I don't take classes.

I give.

In your absence, there were people saying that

you are slow.

Almost stopping.

All hot guy.

Causes envy.

And I did not even tell you half,

huh.

In New York, I jumped in Europe.

Paris, London, Amsterdam, Copenhagen.

And other European cities, less priced.

In terms of bustling, of course.

But where I always have to go to

supervise my business.

That has spread through this old world.

Ah, this fine rain.

This mist.

This fog.

Reminds me so much of London.

Although London, with that Arab crap buying whole

blocks.

Lost a lot of its charm.

Although it always gives for the expense.

Do not talk, Jolene.

Because I'm more interested in knowing ...

Look, little girl.

For you to have an idea of ​​how

people's heads are.

There in New York, greatly reduced the number

of rooms specialized in porn shows.

People no longer hide to enjoy their neurons,

no.

They are coming to the street, assuming, conquering.

These pretenses that are heard here as the

maximum of audacity.

There, it's a matter of boyhood.

You mean you're back to HD, eroticism and

bullshit.

Also not so much, right.

As I travel constantly.

It is easier for me to assimilate what

happens in the world.

You know, right.

The world is my living room.

Yeah.

You must have a lot of ideas of

how to feel ...

a real pleasure.

And no need to feel remorse later.

How's it going, guys?

I've located the guys.

I'll keep you there.

You go back to the mall.

Okay.

Did you understand everything?

Let's take the traffic light.

Last time was cheap.

Last time was for you and you solved

everything for me.

Now I want you to do me a

great favor.

I want you to do me a great

favor.

Do not open here, because ...

I'm dirty, robot.

I'm going out, comrade.

I'm a professional, doctor.

I'm a fucking professional.

Look at this guy.

It's just work.

Shut up, boy.

It's just work.

Shut up.

Son of a bitch.

Son of a bitch.

Do not do this to me.

Shut up.

This is for you.

Good job, robot.

Thank you, boy.

Damn, Julinho.

Is this beach far?

The more exclusive, the more the place has

to be away, baby.

Why do not you choose a desert island?

That's the secret of the business.

My private club will serve high executives during

the work expedition.

You want to build a motel.

Nothing like that, baby.

It's a private club for executives.

That's why it has to be relatively close

to the city center.

Instead of solving these business closed between four

walls...

they'll be in our club, enjoying.

It's nice.

Let's take it easy, Julinho.

Who has the money is my father.

I did not say anything to him.

Come on, Brutinho.

Your father does what you want.

It will be a great business.

Let's destroy the structures of this province.

You're very sure of success.

The erotic game is my main weapon against

the boredom of conventional relationships.

What I'm going to sell is nothing more

than my...

...know-how in this matter.

I want to see your performance in practice.

You can not imagine even half of the

mess I've organized.

Just now, last week, in the two days

I spent in Paris...

in my apartment in Champs-Elysees...

I gave a party just for the closest

friends.

I invited a couple, and for God's sake,

do not ask me to name names, please.

I just said that she is an international

model.

Very famous, cover of Vogue, even.

Well, there were so many, they were having

sex wrapped in the curtain of the room.

Only she used an artificial dick and rubbed

it.

Is not it crazy?

And look, he's a tremendous macho, huh?

Who would have thought?

Oh, my God.

So?

Did they talk?

No.

I already told you, doctor.

I do not know anything.

I'm from Estiva.

Do you know what you're doing?

This is the little brunette, the son of

a bitch.

All right.

I just want to know where you put

Madame's jewelry.

I do not know anything, doctor.

I swear I do not know anything.

Get out!

In the ass!

So, are you also from Estiva?

Yes, I am, doctor.

Let me see your hands.

Bastard.

Liar of a daughter.

From Estiva, right?

And what the fuck is this?

Your wallet is whiter than a teacher's checkbook.

That's right, doctor.

Work is work, but the boss does not

want to sign the wallet, doctor.

If I do not want to, he puts

me on the street, doctor.

Son of a bitch, dare!

Come and fuck the boss in front of

the authorities.

Come on!

I'm sorry, son.

I'm sorry, father.

I do not know.

Calm down.

I think this time he's telling the truth.

You can disown them.

Alive.

Boss, this guy is going to shit all

over himself.

Let's go.

Look, you bastard.

I'm in your shit.

Follow your destiny and do not show up

again.

Let's go.

Dr. Euclides,

this is not the place for this.

I do not see anything else, Mrs. Carmen.

Look, bitch.

Painted the opportunity to stop the gang from

the shit they did to us, man.

Dr. Euclides, stop it.

I came here to deal with business, not

to get in trouble.

Nonsense, Carminha.

Dr. Júlio must be coming.

I have an appointment with him.

We still have an hour, my love.

Come on, let's go.

Get out of the car.

Calm down, please, no violence.

Let's go, let's go.

Take off your clothes.

Take off your clothes.

Let's go.

What a pain in the ass.

Now I'm going to burn you all, my

daughter.

Enough.

Enough.

Stop it, bitch.

What is it?

What is it?

What is it now?

Respect here.

She is my sister.

Get out of here.

Calm down.

All right, you can take her.

Calm down, calm down.

Something happened to Dr. Euclides.

It's been more than half an hour since

I scheduled with him here, my God.

I even told him you would come with

me to see the land.

Well, we'd better go home.

Later I'll call his house.

Oh, no, Julinho.

No.

Julinho.

Wasting an afternoon like this.

After everything you told me.

Oh, Marcinha.

It's not the time.

I'm prepared to solve business.

So, Julinho.

You don't like it?

You don't like it?

It's nothing, Marcinha.

Someone might show up.

Dr. Euclides' hole made me worried.

Oh, Julinho.

Leave Dr. Euclides' hole there.

Or maybe your emancipation wasn't as much as

it seems.

Or maybe you're afraid of me.

It's nothing, Marcinha.

Oh, I remembered a great one to tell

you.

Once, there in New York.

A certain actress, whose name I prefer to

omit.

She sat next to me.

In one of those bars where they play

jazz.

She sat next to me.

By the way, Alan plays a lot over

there.

By chance, she was already naked.

And she took off her skirt just to

show me she had no panties.

I'm delighted with that woman's emancipation.

Is her emancipation similar to mine?

Like this?

What if I grabbed you here?

Now?

Like this?

And I wanted to eat you.

Come on, Marcinha.

This isn't the time.

Please.

I know.

You've become so sophisticated.

You're so different, aren't you?

Marcinha!

What are you doing up there, girl?

Get down.

Let's go home.

What's up, old man?

In Manhattan, have you ever seen a braid

like this?

Or in Central Park?

Or in the middle of Fifth Avenue?

Look at this.

Look at my clothes.

Come here, free man.

Did you see what you did?

My young blazer, Marcinha.

What about when Dr. Euclid arrives?

You can catch a cold, Marcinha.

You can even catch pneumonia.

I think you drank too much at lunch.

We'd better go.

You're the one who's drunk.

You're the one who's drunk.

You're making yourself look bad and ruining my

day.

Marcinha, let's go.

Please, Marcinha.

Julinho.

First, you'll have to catch me.

You shitty free man.

Oh, my God.

Marcinha!

Come back, Marcinha.

Catch me.

You look like a child, girl.

Come back here.

Catch me, Julinho.

Come back, Marcinha.

I'm tired.

I can't stay here any longer.

Come back.

Damn it.

Come back, damn it.

This is a shitty place.

I'll be the first idiot to pass through

here.

You're kidding.

What do you mean, man?

I'll let that hot chick go.

Oh, shit.

Just when I was getting pissed off at

her.

Come on, man.

Remember that Falcão saved our bar at the

police station.

And now we have a car.

We can get a better woman than that.

I'm getting more and more pissed off.

Eat your mother's ass, you son of a

bitch.

Son of a bitch.

Now, seriously, man.

You owe me a lot of things.

Look at that.

A nice car, man.

It must be fucking a very clean lady.

Smelly.

You owe me that too, man.

A perfumed lady, smelling the French perfume.

The perfume they give her with my sweat.

With our face.

I swear.

Let's go.

Come on, come on.

Marcinha, please.

Come on, Marcinha, please.

Come on, Marcinha.

Come on, Marcinha.

We'll be back another day.

I promise.

All right, you fool.

Let's go.

But you owe me this one.

You know that.

Julinho.

It's Dr. Euclides' car.

Marcinha, come on.

Calm down, Julinho.

Come on, girl.

Come on.

You owe me this one.

I'll pay you right now.

Dr. Euclides' car, but...

I don't know who they are.

Hi.

Any crêpes in the carango, my white?

Everything's fine.

We just stopped to rest a little.

We're leaving.

The doctor was right.

Go.

Now, first, go talk to your servant here.

But of course.

I've always been open to dialogue.

I'm a human rights defender.

And I've never denied my support to the

needy.

God only knows what you've done.

Really?

For those who were going to have a

beer at Harlem, you got drunk really fast.

Shut up, Marcinha.

Let the girl talk, my white.

Let me introduce myself.

My name is Tião das Coisas.

The Coisas are yours.

Just give me a present, because we don't

steal from anyone.

Pure poetry, my white.

Pure poetry.

All right, look.

You can keep her shoes, her skirt, my

bracelet, my watch, whatever you want, but for

God's sake, don't hurt me.

That's all I ask.

I have enough money to buy it all

over again, but don't hurt me.

You want to get away with it, my

white?

You want to get away and leave the

girl in the cold?

Nothing.

We were just having a good time.

Look, man, you don't get it.

You don't get it, do you?

I'm paying for this.

It's my right.

Take this chain off, take this shirt off,

this pants off.

Take this nice little shoe off, too.

Take it all off.

The pants?

We want to see your ass, my white.

Do you help with the distribution of wealth,

brother?

You're a tribal.

What do you do for a living?

Financial investments.

Oh, you're one of those guys who need

the inflation to fill their asses, right?

I know.

Look, my white.

Come back here, my white.

Please, don't hurt me.

I beg you.

What about the little girl?

Won't she help fill the poor guys' asses?

Do you feel the weight of things?

Put me in the wood, white.

I want to feel the weight of these

things.

Slowly.

Look.

That's what I like to see.

Collaboration.

The exchange is guaranteed, man.

Aren't you in the mood for a hango?

Let me drop the bag, baby.

I want to see this chest up close.

It's a wave, woman!

The wave is your mother, babacuara.

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us

sinners now and at the time of our

death.

Look at that!

It's over, isn't it?

Don't come here, you piece of shit.

Don't come here.

And take your clothes off again.

Marcenha.

Don't think I didn't notice you talking like

you didn't see anything.

You wanted to leave me here alone.

Serving the poor guys' soup.

Are you crazy?

Marcenha, for God's sake.

Don't do this to me.

You're such a coward.

You're such a coward.

But I want to see your emancipation.

This liberation of the senses.

That there is no longer this transaction of

man and woman.

Take your clothes off, my boy.

You there, take this bag.

Open it and take a lipstick.

Paint it on your mouth.

And make two little breasts on this bastard.

Marcenha, for God's sake.

Don't do it, boy.

I'm telling you.

Are you deaf?

Or do you want a corn on the

cob?

Come on.

Redhead.

Turn the car on.

Zulinho.

Dance.

Marcenha, for God's sake.

Dance now.

More.

More.

Faster.

Come on, dance.

Turn around now.

Come on, boy.

Turn around.

That's it.

Turn around now.

Go.

That's it.

Hurry up.

Come on.

Come on.

Enough.

What's up, redhead?

Do you want to eat a little woman?

Take this as a gift.

No, for God's sake.

Oh, my God.

Help.

Don't do this to me.

Help.

Help.

Help.

Help.

Help.

Help.

Help.

What about us?

How is it going?

Leave it, madam.

We'll give everything back.

It was a matter of moments.

Ours is not like that.

No.

You can have it all.

Me and Zulinho are rich, you know?

Maria, we have money to buy what you

stole from us as many times as we

want.

Leave it, madam.

You're a good person.

And that boy over there is too, madam.

You can call him a faggot.

And you...

Yes, sure.

What is this, madam?

What are you going to do, madam?

Are you interested?

Well...

It's...

It's...

Did you lose your voice, friend?

Or did you lose your chauvinism?

Aren't you fed up with me?

Come here.

Since you insist...

There's just one detail.

If you don't make me happy...

I'll kill you.

Don't think you're going to get here...

Slurp on top of me...

Have a little fun and leave me missing.

None of that on the floor.

You're going to have to make it tasty,

you know?

You faggot!

Faggot, no!

Faggot, don't do this to me!

Faggot!

You're suffocating me!

Faggot!

Fuck!

This has never happened to me before.

Yeah, right.

Everyone always gives you an excuse.

No fucking excuse!

I have seven kids, you know?

I'm not a whore like that little boy

of yours.

What's the problem, then?

You know what the problem is?

How can anyone be happy...

if you have this fucking thing pointed at

our heads?

If only my dick was made of iron.

Have you ever thought that in the middle

of a party...

this shit shakes and you shoot it?

Nonsense!

Let's see now?

Faggot!

Faggot, don't you want to live with me

in New York?

No way, you little bitch.

My business is different.

I'm not into that.

Faggot!

Come here, boy!

You don't understand anything!

Nowadays, there's no more this prejudice...

of men with men and women with women.

Nowadays, it's all good.

Fuck!

And this time?

What's the excuse?

I don't know what's going on.

My dick doesn't want to go up.

You're not fucking anything.

It's enough for a woman to take the

initiative...

to throw the same to the same...

to melt your coke.

I don't care about you.

Times are changing...

and you don't realize it.

You got used to women only for consumption.

Those who have money...

prove that they're cool...

by showing women to others.

The faggots...

only think about getting them...

and putting them to wash clothes...

and stay at home saying...

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Here, for you.

What are you doing kneeling like an idiot?

Are you sure you painted the board?

Come with me to New York.

I'll find you a job.

Very well.

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