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Hello.

I don't usually get calls here.

I knew something was off.

Yes. Very thin…

He is blonde with blue eyes.

He seems half dead?

They usually stop here on the way to the Grim Reaper.

Yes…

Boss.

Whatever you say.

Fuck, lady!

I'm Valentina Ventura De La Cruz-Santana.

I think you know very well who my mom is.

You touch this guy one more time -

and you're gonna get to know ME. Understand?

But your mom ordered us to kill him.

She just called.

I don't think you understand, my son.

Do you see my mom here?

No, right?

So I'm the one making orders around here, bitch.

Put your FUCKING gun away -

and nobody needs to get hurt.

Do you understand?

You like getting into fights -- huh, white boy?

Learn some Spanish

you blue-eyed kangaroo.

I don't wanna see you die.

White boy -- White boy.

His head. His head.

He's so heavy.

Are you okay?

Yes daddy, Esteban.

It's like --- you know what --

Oh look, he's drooling.

Gross.

Poor baby.

Good night, friend.

Look at this place --

Gross. It smells disgusting.

So embarrassing.

Let's go. Let's go.

That's five gold teeth.

Learn to use dental floss.

Your fate's looking more grim.

This guy isn't much of a fighter, sweetie.

I don't think this one will escape.

And he definitely won't

fall in love with a beautiful Mexican girl.

There's nobody like

The Thunder from Down Under

right, sweetie?

You're a hopeless romantic, son.

But remember