The Photographer:
I've got to shoot some girls tonight
The Photographer:
In my mind's eye I light fires in your cities.
The Photographer:
I'm looking for a snuff film, called The Nutbag.
The Photographer:
It's ironic. Women suck blood out of men every day. But at the end of every month, it leaks out.
The Photographer:
What happens to you when you die?
Jade:
You just rot away.
The Photographer:
And you believe that?
Jade:
Yea, I guess.
The Photographer:
Remind me to take your picture sometime.
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