Melanie: Where.Is.Ronaldo?
Cynthia: I don't know, baby! He just left!
Melanie: I don't care if we have to whore ourselves, but we're going to Madrid to see Cristiano again!
Cynthia: We're not going to Real Madrid. And they won't make us do the sports task again. They just won't.
Melanie: But my crevasse is tingling for real men! Feed me with some raw material!
Cynthia: How about fresh lamb sausage? With mint.
Melanie: I mean some cock! Hmph!
*We are going to Maó, Minorca!*










