My Argentinian Friend Shows Me Her New House and I Can't Stop Looking at Her

Let's go into the kitchen.

There he goes.

Everything quiet?

Yeah, all right.

Hey, but why don't you have food there?

You've got a microwave and a fridge full of spinach.

'Cause we can ask if you want.

It's true.

And he's got me.

That's the tattoo that, uh...

Did you get it a long time ago?

Oh.

No?

Is this a tattoo you gave her a long time ago?

Yeah, that looks bad.

Mmm.

This is good.

Yeah.

Oh, that?

What do you call this?

I don't know, I think. What's it like?

I don't know, I think.

It's like a foam wave.

It's like a foam wave.

Wow.

Am I comfortable?

Does he paint?

How do I not know what this is, total?

Mmm.

Okay.

Give him something.

I don't know what to do, since I've been touched, I've been out of my life.

No, I don't. - Take this san?

Does it smell a little water?

Yeah.

And the water in your soul?

Yeah.

How do you do it?

You're not doing it wrong, you're losing your hair.

No, no, you have to throw it away.

There.

I'm going to go and give you. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I don't.

Here's another one.

I don't know.

I don't know.

Well done.

Oh, yeah, well, I put it in the bag.

I'm tired, exhausted, waiting for something to go through the trap and for us to get some kind of ******, a raccoon, a possum, that doesn't matter right now, anything is food.

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