Tell me what you say now. tell me what you say, come again?
You cannot buy my love. I’m not for sale, you see?
But that doesn’t mean I give it away, I don’t give it away for free.
I leave that position for you, my dear.
You are the whore of the century.
You are there, foutre.
I look at this photo and I think of two of my brothers, Ants and Chris.