Mother:
Drugs and filthy pictures! Running riot everywhere! You're a little animal, you are. You wanna be locked up! I've done my best, look what I've got for it! A bloody mad thing! You're a little savage! Get out of my house! Go on! Get out!
Jimmy:
All right.
Mother:
You're no son of mine!
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:34