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Osman: How did it look to you? Give me a mark.

Ingrid: The best with difference.

Osman: Come a little bit closer. Something was missing for me.

Ingrid: Say it to me…

Osman: Stand up.

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Osman: You’ve a flat ass and you need two more size of boobs.

Ingrid: Are you kidding me?

Osman: No, it’s only to improve yourself.

Ingrid: Mmmmh… To improve myself?

Osman: Yes, you only need that to be perfect, and I can do this surgery.

Ingrid: Are you a surgeon?

Osman: Yes, I am.

Ingrid: Sorry, but I’m not interested in plastic surgery. Get out please.

Osman: Calm down silly...Why?

Ingrid: I don’t like people who only care about the looks.

Osman: Oh darling...you’re very naive…

Ingrid: Beauty isn’t all.

Osman: You’re wrong. Plastic surgery is the future, everybody dreams of being perfect. If you hadn’t found me handsome, you wouldn’t have ended up in bed with me.

Ingrid: Mmmh… maybe you’re night… Sincerely, I found you perfect. Have you ever had surgery?

Osman: No, I was born perfect.

Ingrid: You’re just so stuck up your own ass.

Osman: [laugh] Well, think on that baby… I could make you an special offer.

Ingrid: Do you say that to all girls you fuck?

Osman: To those aren’t perfect.

Ingrid: They are the most?

Osman: Yes.

Ingrid: And do they all fall?

Osman: More or less, they know it’s best for them.

Ingrid: How stupid, you really fuck well in order to convince them.

Osman: Don’t you know already?

Ingrid: Mmmmh… Maybe… But that’s not enough.

Osman: Do you want to do it again?

Ingrid: No, thanks. So you only do this to get money from the operations, isn’t it?

Osman: No, I only do it for your own good. But, it’s ok, I go away.