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Kallie 2022-01-09 08:02:13

As soon as I rushed to the luxury, drunk paper, drunk, gold, sun, beauty, all the sexuality brought by LA, until the end Nikki rushed to NY to propose. This sense of subversion is like us from a black gold movie directly into an independent literary film,
especially those stalls. pad music
I was Ashton Kutcher downright Yan rice NN years ago, is the result of that way of thinking that it might be his body is food taste very
thought of this monotonous love will last to evolve: single cheat It’s better to cheat than to cheat. This Hollywood-style LA-style cute victory finale.
However, what I see is that the United States still has the cruel facts of the east and west coasts.
We seem to have come to two countries. What New York teaches us is that life is realistic. It’s unreliable. Don’t say you are a male vase, a female vase, or a group of chickens and ducks. Even if you have real knowledge, you may not be able to live a reliable life. It is only more reliable.
So we must understand that most ordinary people are there. The world who struggles to live will not throw a piece of pie because of your added value and let you eat it for a lifetime,
but values ​​can indeed kill the
rich. Not stupid and careful calculation will always exceed your imagination. That's why Heather has a successful marriage. Fortunately, it doesn't matter whether you are happy or not. Love or not, it’s not fatal, I need you, I don’t completely reject it, then it’s balance,
it’s the choice of life

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  • Nikki: [after having scoped out the club and giving the audience the scoop on all the fine young things he spies that he's already slept with] But tonight I'm not looking for the tight skin of a 20-year old. I'm in need of assiduation and that changes the game.

    [He spies Samantha]

    Nikki: Ah... here we go. The jacket's Dolce, the jeans are by Helmut Lang and the complexion comes from a strict regimen of facials. I'm guessing she drives a Mercedes. By the way, there's only one pick-up line. Everything else is cheese.

    [Following her and not longer speak to the audience]

    Nikki: Hi. What's your name?

    Samantha: [Continuing to walk towards the door] Samantha.

    Nikki: Hi, Samantha. I'm Nikki.

    Samantha: [Flattered, but shaking her head] I'm leaving.

    Nikki: Really? Why?

    Samantha: It's late.

    Nikki: You're right. We should get going. So wait a second. You had dinner here? What'd you have?

    Samantha: I had a salad.

    Nikki: What kind of salad?

    Samantha: A Greek salad.

    Nikki: You had a Greek salad at a French restaurant? I like that. Oh. Valet, huh? I bet you're a bad driver. You want me to drive? I'll flip you for it. Here. Heads, I drive; tails, you drive. There it is.

    Samantha: It's tails. You flipped it.

    Nikki: Well, you always flip it. Don't be a sore loser.

    Samantha: Look, you're cute and everything, but you're not coming home with me. Thank you.

    [She gives her ticket to the valet attendant as they reach the sidewalk outside]

    Nikki: You're gonna have to do better than that. "You're cute and everything"? What's is that?

    Samantha: I was trying not to be rude.

    Nikki: You're far from rude.

    Samantha: Awww.

    Nikki: I'll help you out. Tell me you're married.

    Samantha: I am not married. That would be a lie.

    Nikki: You're not. Tell me that you're madly in love with someone.

    Samantha: That would also be a lie.

    Nikki: Mm-hmm. Then tell me why I can't come home with you?

    Nikki: [She laughs and he then the bends in for a kiss which she accepts. We see the valet bringing her car up. Cut to the two of them in her car. He the speaks to the audience again] Roll the windows down, turn the music up and make an ass of yourself. It puts them at ease.

  • Nikki: [as he's preparing a meal] It doesn't matter if you can cook or not. Women grade on effort. It's almost better when the meal's a flop. It shows you're willing to make a fool of yourself. It's all about creating equity. Think of it as a point system. One for flowers, two for dinner, three for an orgasm. You need 26 points for them to trust you. And then you can go back to watching football.