"I was cycling around around once more my dear Anna Ammelie." I kiss her on the skin because we mixed skin. "When you know a real Hollywood movie actor lives in Antwerp."
"You know you stink like dirt to movie being street journalist."
"He gave me a full palm of JTI white cigarettes." I pass her a smoke 11 month pregnant.
"What? What?"
"The JTI smoke will not kill you like Philip Morris smoke."
"Yes. The filthy Philip Morris killed my father and you now pass me a good smoke from Hollywood movie actor? You know. Does he knows you are a movie actor too?"
Wat dan?
"He should not worry what type of movies actor I am." I kiss her on the lips. Whe I open my mouth and smile.
"It is the part I place his cigarette and smoke?"
"We already smoked it. You know by spot on the piece. When we were last ones who dialled emergency your father was alive."
"Yes. He should not killed my mother drinking and beating me without control. I nearly fall for drugs and prostitution." I nearly spill my juice of drinks.
"Here while your mouth." I take the tissue.
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