MichaelOrme/Profane · Datasets at Hugging Face

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What?!	I lied. His dad is still alive. He works for the post office.
First times are always wacked. Just be glad you didn't lose your virginity in the backseat of a rental car.	That shit is nothin'. I remember, I had just turned 14. With this fuckin' asshole who was like 18. I don't even remember his name. I think it was John or Jake or something. I remember he had a brother named Lentil because I would always joke and call him Lentil Bean. This was away at like sleep away camp with your friends and shit.
Right.	And we were like underneath the sheets. We were going at it like crazy. Oh my God that shit was so good! It was like hard...
And we were like underneath the sheets. We were going at it like crazy. Oh my God that shit was so good! It was like hard...	Yeah.
Yeah.	He was like sucking my tits. He was fucking fingering me. But that shit was nice and hard.
Yeah. And it takes them either too long or too short to come. Have you ever had someone that took forever	To come?
To come?	Yeah. I had sex with Jake, and it took him like an hour and a half.
What man? What is it?	Yo, let me get in your parent's room man. Just fir a little while.
Yo, let me get in your parent's room man. Just fir a little while.	I can't man.
I can't man.	Come on Steven hook me up. Do me this solid. Come on man. I gotta get Darcy alone. She's gonna let me fuck her man. Please.
Come on Steven hook me up. Do me this solid. Come on man. I gotta get Darcy alone. She's gonna let me fuck her man. Please.	Shit. All right. But don't fuck with anything OK?
Shit. All right. But don't fuck with anything OK?	OK.
No.	I used to. With my old man. He taught me how to hunt and trap. Trapping's a lot harder than most people think. We used to go after Raccoons mostly. They'd get into our garbage, our fields. When an animal can't live peacefully with those around it, it has to be destroyed. But they're crafty little devils. You see the trick is, you can put your trap down, but no Raccoon is going come near it unless you lay down the scent. You ever smell Raccoon scent? Smells like shit, but to a male Raccoon it smells just like pussy. He'll walk right up to that trap, even though it don't look nothing like a Raccoon and stick his Goddam head right in it. You know why? Cause he can't help himself. The scent drives him. So, if you want to catch a Raccoon all you gotta do is figure out where he is -- lay down the scent -- and sooner or later he'll walk right into the trap.
I used to. With my old man. He taught me how to hunt and trap. Trapping's a lot harder than most people think. We used to go after Raccoons mostly. They'd get into our garbage, our fields. When an animal can't live peacefully with those around it, it has to be destroyed. But they're crafty little devils. You see the trick is, you can put your trap down, but no Raccoon is going come near it unless you lay down the scent. You ever smell Raccoon scent? Smells like shit, but to a male Raccoon it smells just like pussy. He'll walk right up to that trap, even though it don't look nothing like a Raccoon and stick his Goddam head right in it. You know why? Cause he can't help himself. The scent drives him. So, if you want to catch a Raccoon all you gotta do is figure out where he is -- lay down the scent -- and sooner or later he'll walk right into the trap.	What if he doesn't bite? What if he's an exceptionally bright Raccoon?
What if he doesn't bite? What if he's an exceptionally bright Raccoon?	Well then, you just gotta find out where he is -- and once you're sure where he is -- you shoot the fucker.
You sure you weren't over on Pine Road?	I'm positive.
I'm positive.	You're a lying bastard!
You're a lying bastard!	Fuck you! I'm tired of your goddam accusations! If you want to arrest me go ahead! Otherwise back off.
Fuck you! I'm tired of your goddam accusations! If you want to arrest me go ahead! Otherwise back off.	It's all a big game isn't it? A sick, fuckin' game. I don't know if there's two of you involved, or what -- but we're going to find out. Last night you gave us just enough to send us to the wrong place. It must've shocked the hell out to you when Frank walked in on Pine Road and you couldn't finish.
Don't fuck with us! Where did you go!	He was with me?
We'll find the evidence.	You couldn't find your dick in a wind storm!
Very amateurish, Peter. I'm surprised you would use such an obvious tactic. I'm not an idiot! Don't treat me as one! I'll call you everyday... You get one minute, whether you put me on hold or talk is up to you! Are you ready to play?	Yes. Why did you kill Debi Rutlege?
Yes. Why did you kill Debi Rutlege?	To get your attention.
To get your attention.	Did you know her?
Did you know her?	No, only the path she chose to travel.
It's you who's running out of time. You're starting to make mistakes now. You're wondering just how much I really know. Just how close I'm getting? Well, I'm closer than you think, pal -- and I'm gonna nail your ass to the wall!	Very nice speech, Peter. Did you rehearse that, or was it impromptu? There's an old wooden bench in the garden. Next to it is a rock. You'll find a message for you under it. Let's see if you're as clever as you think you are.
You might not have done it had you known.	You're damn right! I'm a child psychologist and you send me into a room with someone who could be a murderer!
You're damn right! I'm a child psychologist and you send me into a room with someone who could be a murderer!	Would you mind keeping your voice down? I have guests.
Would you mind keeping your voice down? I have guests.	Oh, well we wouldn't want to disturb your guests, would we?
And what if he's wrong. If you were one hundred percent sure it was Peter you would've arrested him. If it is someone else then he's going to kill again tonight and you're sitting here ignoring the message.	We're going to work on the message.
We're going to work on the message.	This stinks! You want to know what I think? I think there have been five murders and you've got shit to go on. You need to blame someone and he's the easiest choice.
This stinks! You want to know what I think? I think there have been five murders and you've got shit to go on. You need to blame someone and he's the easiest choice.	The most logical choice.
The most logical choice.	You don't have a shred of evidence!
He's using the map as a chessboard! The sonofabitch is playing chess with me!!	How can he be playing Chess with you? You're not making any moves against him.
How can he be playing Chess with you? You're not making any moves against him.	Maybe I already have.
Relax.	How the hell can I relax after seeing what I just saw.
How the hell can I relax after seeing what I just saw.	I know it was bad.
I know it was bad.	How could you? Unless you were there.
I'm sorry. I couldn't help it.	I don't have to go through with it either.
I don't have to go through with it either.	You don't understand. I'm just so <u>relieved</u>. I was <u>sure</u> you'd turn out to be short and fat and gimpy.
You don't understand. I'm just so <u>relieved</u>. I was <u>sure</u> you'd turn out to be short and fat and gimpy.	Oh. That. I know what you mean. I had nightmares all week.
Oh. That. I know what you mean. I had nightmares all week.	Me too.
Me too.	Last night was the worst. I dreamt you had one leg shorter than the other, and walked like a penguin.
Last night was the worst. I dreamt you had one leg shorter than the other, and walked like a penguin.	Mine was worse: I dreamt you picked your nose in public.
Mine was worse: I dreamt you picked your nose in public.	That's worse.
That's worse.	You're really not bad looking. Almost handsome.
You're really not bad looking. Almost handsome.	Well, you're beautiful.
Well, you're beautiful.	You <u>might</u> be handsome. I can't tell through all that grime. Besides, you reek of sweat and horses.
You <u>might</u> be handsome. I can't tell through all that grime. Besides, you reek of sweat and horses.	If you're going to marry a warrior, you'd best get used to it.
If you're going to marry a warrior, you'd best get used to it.	I have no intention of getting used to it.
Traitor! She'll marry you in hell!	He thinks you betray him with Lyssa. Colwyn! The waters deceive you!
The fat man down there, on the bench.	Perfect.
How many girlfriends did you have?	...I don't know.
...I don't know.	Well... 1... 2... 10... 100... 1000? How many, approximately?
Well... 1... 2... 10... 100... 1000? How many, approximately?	...Mathilda, I don't feel like talking about this.
...Mathilda, I don't feel like talking about this.	Why? Did you have too many and you fear it may shock me? I won't get shocked. I'm used to this! My father was a true pig. He fucked the bitch I'd as mother all around the apartment. Whenever a door was closed, you could be sure they were making sex behind it! And my sister, if you didn't sleep with her, you're building's exception!
Why? Did you have too many and you fear it may shock me? I won't get shocked. I'm used to this! My father was a true pig. He fucked the bitch I'd as mother all around the apartment. Whenever a door was closed, you could be sure they were making sex behind it! And my sister, if you didn't sleep with her, you're building's exception!	Stop, Mathilda! Don't talk like that!
...That's awful. I hope you killed, that asshole?	...Yes. The day he got out of jail. I allowed him to make ten steps... No more. And bang. Two hundred meters. By telescope. That night, I left my country and came here, to join my father, who worked for Tony. ...I was 17. Then, I never left the city... And never had another girlfriend...
But... He works for your same employer?	Yeah, but I don't give a shit about. I trade at left, at right and that's dangerous in there...
Yeah, but I don't give a shit about. I trade at left, at right and that's dangerous in there...	It's a little out of the world coming to visit me this way, on mid afternoon. It really isn't the usual procedure...
It's a little out of the world coming to visit me this way, on mid afternoon. It really isn't the usual procedure...	I know... But I'm a little pressed.
A wife?... Did someone piss drunk run into your wife? Crushed her like a bug. Snapped her bones?	That's enough.
Your father?	He's plastered.
He's plastered.	That's okay -- really it is.
That's okay -- really it is.	No it's not. He should be here with me now, not trying to find some fucking bottle of Johnny Walker. He's never been there for me. I've always been alone.
A marriage certificate? Who the hell carries their marriage certificate around?	Maurice and Ellen Parker... it was issued in Philly... Mr. Maurice Parker has come a long way from home. Why?
What are you saying? This story is too big for this paper?	Umm, no. It's just that --
Umm, no. It's just that --	God damn, you're right... You don't say much Michelle, but what you say is golden.
Do you want to fuck now?	Maybe another drink first. More tequila?
Maybe another drink first. More tequila?	OK... whatever.
Let's face it, what the fuck are you doing in Las Vegas?	I'm going to move to a smart hotel, tomorrow if it'll make you feel better. Let's talk about tomorrow. Wanna do something?
I'm going to move to a smart hotel, tomorrow if it'll make you feel better. Let's talk about tomorrow. Wanna do something?	Sure... tonight. Then please stay at my place.
Sure... tonight. Then please stay at my place.	Sera... you know I'm not much good in the sack.
Sera... you know I'm not much good in the sack.	It's not about sex, Ben. I'll make you up a bed on the sofa. Do it for me. We can talk till late and then sleep till late. As you know, I am my own boss.
Sera... I hope that you understand how I feel about this. First of all, you're welcome to my money. We can buy a couple of cases of liquor and you can have the rest. But I don't think you're talking to me right now about money.	No?
No?	No. I think you're talking about you. I'll tell you right now that I'm in love with you... but, be that as it may, I'm not here to force my twisted life into your soul.
No. I think you're talking about you. I'll tell you right now that I'm in love with you... but, be that as it may, I'm not here to force my twisted life into your soul.	I know that...
I know that...	...and I'm not here to demand your attention to the point where it changes your life. We know I'm a drunk... but that seems to be all right with you. And I know that you're a hooker. I hope you understand that I'm a person who is totally at ease with this... which is not to say that I'm indifferent or that I don't care... I do... it simply means that I trust and accept your judgement. What I'm saying is... that I hope you understand that I understand.
...and I'm not here to demand your attention to the point where it changes your life. We know I'm a drunk... but that seems to be all right with you. And I know that you're a hooker. I hope you understand that I'm a person who is totally at ease with this... which is not to say that I'm indifferent or that I don't care... I do... it simply means that I trust and accept your judgement. What I'm saying is... that I hope you understand that I understand.	Thanks, I do understand. I was worried about how that would be... but now I'm not. And you should know that included with the rent here is a complimentary blow job.
Thanks, I do understand. I was worried about how that would be... but now I'm not. And you should know that included with the rent here is a complimentary blow job.	Ah, yes... I suppose sooner or later we ought to fuck.
Ah, yes... I suppose sooner or later we ought to fuck.	Whatever that means. Open your presents.
I like women who wear mismatched earrings.	Well, then... I hope we don't run into any tonight.
Well, then... I hope we don't run into any tonight.	What do you mean?
What do you mean?	I expect some kind of loyalty here. Just because I fuck for money doesn't give you cause to start picking up women and leaving me looking silly.
Years ago, in LA, I turned a trick on Sunset and Western. The guy was polite and didn't argue about the price. He parked his car and I took him to a house that I had an arrangement with. A fat Mexican woman was watching a TV and I told him to give her the twenty for the room. There were three or four small naked children playing on the floor and we had to step over them to get into the room. The room had a bed and a dresser. He lay on his back on the bed and I put a rubber on him and sucked him for a while until he was hard and then I eased on to him. About twenty minutes later there was a knock on the door and it was the woman saying our time was up. I felt kind of guilty because he hadn't come and I offered to reason with the woman and get another ten minutes, but he said it was all right and began dressing. When we were ready to leave the room he stopped me and... hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. He gave me an extra hundred as a tip and went back to his car. I remember being relieved that I wouldn't have to work again that evening.	Last spring I happened to walk past a house that I had once patronized. There was a cool breeze blowing off the ocean and through the window I could see a bare leg. The girl must have been taking a break between customers. It was a strange moment for me because it reminded me of my mother and despite the fact that I was late for something already I just stayed there, loving the atmosphere of it and my memory and... the reason I'm telling you this epilogue is that I felt that I'd come full circle.
Last spring I happened to walk past a house that I had once patronized. There was a cool breeze blowing off the ocean and through the window I could see a bare leg. The girl must have been taking a break between customers. It was a strange moment for me because it reminded me of my mother and despite the fact that I was late for something already I just stayed there, loving the atmosphere of it and my memory and... the reason I'm telling you this epilogue is that I felt that I'd come full circle.	Where was that house? The one in LA, I mean.
Where was that house? The one in LA, I mean.	Fifth and Mayflower. You know it?
Fifth and Mayflower. You know it?	Yes. One of my friends was there. I wonder if you ever clipped her.
Were you with another man?	Go to hell.
Go to hell.	I'll take that as a no.
I'll take that as a no.	Are we done for today?
Are we done for today?	I believe we are.
I got out of the shower, walked downstairs, saw her standing over my father, and called the police.	Did she have a weapon in her hand?
Did she have a weapon in her hand?	No.
No.	Was there any reason for you to believe she had discarded a weapon?
Was there any reason for you to believe she had discarded a weapon?	Uh, yeah, because the bitch shot him.
Uh, yeah, because the bitch shot him.	Was there any evidence that Mrs. Windham shot him?
Was there any evidence that Mrs. Windham shot him?	His dead body with a bullet in it.
Why the hell not?	I promised her I'd keep it secret. I can't break the bonds of sisterhood!
I'm sorry?	For what? Breaking my heart or ruining sex for me with any other man?

What?!

I lied. His dad is still alive. He works for the post office.

First times are always wacked. Just be glad you didn't lose your virginity in the backseat of a rental car.

That shit is nothin'. I remember, I had just turned 14. With this fuckin' asshole who was like 18. I don't even remember his name. I think it was John or Jake or something. I remember he had a brother named Lentil because I would always joke and call him Lentil Bean. This was away at like sleep away camp with your friends and shit.

Right.

And we were like underneath the sheets. We were going at it like crazy. Oh my God that shit was so good! It was like hard...

Yeah.

He was like sucking my tits. He was fucking fingering me. But that shit was nice and hard.

Yeah. And it takes them either too long or too short to come. Have you ever had someone that took forever

To come?

Yeah. I had sex with Jake, and it took him like an hour and a half.

What man? What is it?

Yo, let me get in your parent's room man. Just fir a little while.

I can't man.

Come on Steven hook me up. Do me this solid. Come on man. I gotta get Darcy alone. She's gonna let me fuck her man. Please.

Shit. All right. But don't fuck with anything OK?

OK.

No.

I used to. With my old man. He taught me how to hunt and trap. Trapping's a lot harder than most people think. We used to go after Raccoons mostly. They'd get into our garbage, our fields. When an animal can't live peacefully with those around it, it has to be destroyed. But they're crafty little devils. You see the trick is, you can put your trap down, but no Raccoon is going come near it unless you lay down the scent. You ever smell Raccoon scent? Smells like shit, but to a male Raccoon it smells just like pussy. He'll walk right up to that trap, even though it don't look nothing like a Raccoon and stick his Goddam head right in it. You know why? Cause he can't help himself. The scent drives him. So, if you want to catch a Raccoon all you gotta do is figure out where he is -- lay down the scent -- and sooner or later he'll walk right into the trap.

What if he doesn't bite? What if he's an exceptionally bright Raccoon?

Well then, you just gotta find out where he is -- and once you're sure where he is -- you shoot the fucker.

You sure you weren't over on Pine Road?

I'm positive.

You're a lying bastard!

Fuck you! I'm tired of your goddam accusations! If you want to arrest me go ahead! Otherwise back off.

It's all a big game isn't it? A sick, fuckin' game. I don't know if there's two of you involved, or what -- but we're going to find out. Last night you gave us just enough to send us to the wrong place. It must've shocked the hell out to you when Frank walked in on Pine Road and you couldn't finish.

Don't fuck with us! Where did you go!

He was with me?

We'll find the evidence.

You couldn't find your dick in a wind storm!

Very amateurish, Peter. I'm surprised you would use such an obvious tactic. I'm not an idiot! Don't treat me as one! I'll call you everyday... You get one minute, whether you put me on hold or talk is up to you! Are you ready to play?

Yes. Why did you kill Debi Rutlege?

To get your attention.

Did you know her?

No, only the path she chose to travel.

It's you who's running out of time. You're starting to make mistakes now. You're wondering just how much I really know. Just how close I'm getting? Well, I'm closer than you think, pal -- and I'm gonna nail your ass to the wall!

Very nice speech, Peter. Did you rehearse that, or was it impromptu? There's an old wooden bench in the garden. Next to it is a rock. You'll find a message for you under it. Let's see if you're as clever as you think you are.

You might not have done it had you known.

You're damn right! I'm a child psychologist and you send me into a room with someone who could be a murderer!

Would you mind keeping your voice down? I have guests.

Oh, well we wouldn't want to disturb your guests, would we?

And what if he's wrong. If you were one hundred percent sure it was Peter you would've arrested him. If it is someone else then he's going to kill again tonight and you're sitting here ignoring the message.

We're going to work on the message.

This stinks! You want to know what I think? I think there have been five murders and you've got shit to go on. You need to blame someone and he's the easiest choice.

The most logical choice.

You don't have a shred of evidence!

He's using the map as a chessboard! The sonofabitch is playing chess with me!!

How can he be playing Chess with you? You're not making any moves against him.

Maybe I already have.

Relax.

How the hell can I relax after seeing what I just saw.

I know it was bad.

How could you? Unless you were there.

I'm sorry. I couldn't help it.

I don't have to go through with it either.

You don't understand. I'm just so relieved. I was sure you'd turn out to be short and fat and gimpy.

Oh. That. I know what you mean. I had nightmares all week.

Me too.

Last night was the worst. I dreamt you had one leg shorter than the other, and walked like a penguin.

Mine was worse: I dreamt you picked your nose in public.

That's worse.

You're really not bad looking. Almost handsome.

Well, you're beautiful.

You might be handsome. I can't tell through all that grime. Besides, you reek of sweat and horses.

If you're going to marry a warrior, you'd best get used to it.

I have no intention of getting used to it.

Traitor! She'll marry you in hell!

He thinks you betray him with Lyssa. Colwyn! The waters deceive you!

The fat man down there, on the bench.

Perfect.

How many girlfriends did you have?

...I don't know.

Well... 1... 2... 10... 100... 1000? How many, approximately?

...Mathilda, I don't feel like talking about this.

Why? Did you have too many and you fear it may shock me? I won't get shocked. I'm used to this! My father was a true pig. He fucked the bitch I'd as mother all around the apartment. Whenever a door was closed, you could be sure they were making sex behind it! And my sister, if you didn't sleep with her, you're building's exception!

Stop, Mathilda! Don't talk like that!

...That's awful. I hope you killed, that asshole?

...Yes. The day he got out of jail. I allowed him to make ten steps... No more. And bang. Two hundred meters. By telescope. That night, I left my country and came here, to join my father, who worked for Tony. ...I was 17. Then, I never left the city... And never had another girlfriend...

But... He works for your same employer?

Yeah, but I don't give a shit about. I trade at left, at right and that's dangerous in there...

It's a little out of the world coming to visit me this way, on mid afternoon. It really isn't the usual procedure...

I know... But I'm a little pressed.

A wife?... Did someone piss drunk run into your wife? Crushed her like a bug. Snapped her bones?

That's enough.

Your father?

He's plastered.

That's okay -- really it is.

No it's not. He should be here with me now, not trying to find some fucking bottle of Johnny Walker. He's never been there for me. I've always been alone.

A marriage certificate? Who the hell carries their marriage certificate around?

Maurice and Ellen Parker... it was issued in Philly... Mr. Maurice Parker has come a long way from home. Why?

What are you saying? This story is too big for this paper?

Umm, no. It's just that --

God damn, you're right... You don't say much Michelle, but what you say is golden.

Do you want to fuck now?

Maybe another drink first. More tequila?

OK... whatever.

Let's face it, what the fuck are you doing in Las Vegas?

I'm going to move to a smart hotel, tomorrow if it'll make you feel better. Let's talk about tomorrow. Wanna do something?

Sure... tonight. Then please stay at my place.

Sera... you know I'm not much good in the sack.

It's not about sex, Ben. I'll make you up a bed on the sofa. Do it for me. We can talk till late and then sleep till late. As you know, I am my own boss.

Sera... I hope that you understand how I feel about this. First of all, you're welcome to my money. We can buy a couple of cases of liquor and you can have the rest. But I don't think you're talking to me right now about money.

No?

No. I think you're talking about you. I'll tell you right now that I'm in love with you... but, be that as it may, I'm not here to force my twisted life into your soul.

I know that...

...and I'm not here to demand your attention to the point where it changes your life. We know I'm a drunk... but that seems to be all right with you. And I know that you're a hooker. I hope you understand that I'm a person who is totally at ease with this... which is not to say that I'm indifferent or that I don't care... I do... it simply means that I trust and accept your judgement. What I'm saying is... that I hope you understand that I understand.

Thanks, I do understand. I was worried about how that would be... but now I'm not. And you should know that included with the rent here is a complimentary blow job.

Ah, yes... I suppose sooner or later we ought to fuck.

Whatever that means. Open your presents.

I like women who wear mismatched earrings.

Well, then... I hope we don't run into any tonight.

What do you mean?

I expect some kind of loyalty here. Just because I fuck for money doesn't give you cause to start picking up women and leaving me looking silly.

Years ago, in LA, I turned a trick on Sunset and Western. The guy was polite and didn't argue about the price. He parked his car and I took him to a house that I had an arrangement with. A fat Mexican woman was watching a TV and I told him to give her the twenty for the room. There were three or four small naked children playing on the floor and we had to step over them to get into the room. The room had a bed and a dresser. He lay on his back on the bed and I put a rubber on him and sucked him for a while until he was hard and then I eased on to him. About twenty minutes later there was a knock on the door and it was the woman saying our time was up. I felt kind of guilty because he hadn't come and I offered to reason with the woman and get another ten minutes, but he said it was all right and began dressing. When we were ready to leave the room he stopped me and... hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. He gave me an extra hundred as a tip and went back to his car. I remember being relieved that I wouldn't have to work again that evening.

Last spring I happened to walk past a house that I had once patronized. There was a cool breeze blowing off the ocean and through the window I could see a bare leg. The girl must have been taking a break between customers. It was a strange moment for me because it reminded me of my mother and despite the fact that I was late for something already I just stayed there, loving the atmosphere of it and my memory and... the reason I'm telling you this epilogue is that I felt that I'd come full circle.

Where was that house? The one in LA, I mean.

Fifth and Mayflower. You know it?

Yes. One of my friends was there. I wonder if you ever clipped her.

Were you with another man?

Go to hell.

I'll take that as a no.

Are we done for today?

I believe we are.

I got out of the shower, walked downstairs, saw her standing over my father, and called the police.

Did she have a weapon in her hand?

No.

Was there any reason for you to believe she had discarded a weapon?

Uh, yeah, because the bitch shot him.

Was there any evidence that Mrs. Windham shot him?

His dead body with a bullet in it.

Why the hell not?

I promised her I'd keep it secret. I can't break the bonds of sisterhood!

I'm sorry?

For what? Breaking my heart or ruining sex for me with any other man?