Juliana Paes - Dona Flor e Seus Dois Maridos - (BR2018)

The divine pleasure.

Night of giving and receiving.

You need to put out that fire, woman.

Have you ever seen a shirt delay, you crazy bitch?

Oh, bitch.

If you were hungry, if you were thirsty and I really want.

Oh, I'm a low-fat, low-fat,... low-fat.

Brown husband's wife, respected and sober.

What do I care about my concept in the street and in the city?

My worthy name?

My married honor, what do I care?

Take all that, your raw onion mouth.

Burn with your fire my endless decency.

Stop with your spurs, my old shame.

Your dog, your mare, your whore.

Your little ass, your pot-colored belly.

Your avocado spit.

You've grown up, Dumaflore?

You're more opulent.

You're hot from head to toe.

I'll tell him.

What's that?

I've picked a lot of little things in my life.

A good vintage.

But none, none, like the little fur.

She's the best of all.

What does it taste like?

It tastes like honey and pepper and ginger.

And caviar.

My dear, did you sleep well?

Fever doesn't?

No.

I don't feel anything anymore.

It was your Alice.

That I don't like, should.

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