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Levin sparked up a joint and took a hit and held it before blowing the smoke out. His eyes locked on mine. “Want some, you Russian cunt?” “Be real fucking nice, you German come stain.”
“Ragazza sporca del cazzo,” he rasped against my lips. “Dirty fucking girl.”
“Knock it the fuck off,” Dom shouted, slamming his hands on the steering wheel. “I swear to fuck, I will come back there.” “Oh, please Daddy. Punish us,” Bianca said, sneering at him as she huddled away from us.
