The Detective:
A friend of yours told me where to find you in the middle of the day.
The Driver:
I don't have any friends.
The Detective:
That's right. No friends. No steady job. No girlfriend. You live real cheap, you never ask any questions... boy, you got it down real tight. So tight that there's no room for anything else. And that's a real sad song. Only trouble is, eh, sad songs ain't sellin' this year. Maybe I'm your friend.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:23