Tequila:
Excuse me? Are you a bun?
Brenda:
Uhh... Yeah, I am. Why?
Tequila:
And you've been traveling with the sausage?
Tequila:
I have! He's looking for you in my aisle. He's right this way. I can take you to him, chica. I take you to him real good.
Tequila:
He's looking for you in my aisle. He's right this way. I can take you to him, chica. I take you to him real good.
[laughing hysterically]
Tequila:
All right, vaminos. Let's go. I am to be trusted.
[laughs again]
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:20