Feel, Tony, how soft.
Somebody give me this I met at work.
He drives for runway limos,
he broughts Karl lagerfeld to the store
for the trunk shows.
She has hard life.
I told him this was not a good time.
Ssh. Ssh. Is all right.
It was catalogs there.
To be a model for catalogs for salad spinners.
Look at Svetlana,
her prosthetic leg fall off in the gap store
and her bill picks her up and carries her.
Where is my knight in white satin armor?
Who is this? The Russian whore?
You're not the first one you know.
Put him on the fucking phone,
you bearded polack hag.
Irina, a man is here to see you.
Who?
The one who has the club.
Mr. Dante.