Anthony Dances in Pain

Yeah. Just like that, bitch.

Okay, bitch. You got me?

God, I hate that spot.

Why do you keep coming back, rat bitch?

Why do you keep coming back?

I need the money.

It doesn't get any better. Don't you like being my bitch boy?

I love it.

You love it?

Why does the right one hurt more than the left one?

You love to play around, huh?

Fuck.

You looking at that camera?

Answer me, bitch. You looking at the camera?

Yes.

You call me sir?

Yes, sir.

I can't do it. I just don't do this.

Say fuck.

What'd you say?

I said I can't believe I still do this, man.

Still do this? I can't believe it either.

I hate muscle boy like you.

Oh, man.

I feel like my little bitch.

You my little bitch?

You daddy's little bitch?

Yes, sir.

Yeah? Tell me. Tell me.

Ah, yes, sir.

Yes, sir, what?

I'm daddy's little bitch. Ah!

Get down. Down.

That fucking stings.

Ah, shit.

Fuck that.

What?

Fuck that.

Oh, fuck.

What?

I'm not walking here.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Fuck.

Fuck.

God damn it.

Poor little bitch.

What?

I said poor little bitch.

How do you always wind up here?

Ah!

Get down.

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