I found out my half-sister was making money with webcams. She gave herself to me for not telling me.

Fuck.

I gave you an apartment so you could just spend your money.

Whatever you set up here, I don't know what the fuck.

Actually, you have to call when you want to come.

Just barge in.

I've been knocking for an hour, you can't fucking hear me.

You were wearing headphones, you could've written.

So your phone's not available.

What's up?

Fucking check in on the apartment, how's everything?

Fine.

Where's normal, this is the normal one?

What do you want?

What if somebody finds out?

He won't.

So what?

What are we gonna do about it?

Why don't you go, I'll come to you.

Fuck.

Come on, it's okay.

So where's normal?

The neighbors are complaining.

Some kind of joint here.

I don't bring anybody here, I don't want to go out.

So how do they know, constant moaning from what?

These rubber friends?

Yeah.

All right, let's just forget it.

You won't tell anyone.

I don't know, I don't think I can hold on.

What do you want?

Hmm.

Why would he blow you to keep you talking?

In the end, is it a good idea?

It's a joint, you don't like it.

Well, I haven't tried it yet.

What haven't you tried?

You might like it.

You promise to keep quiet?

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