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Fairytales are usually crystal clear.

It's impossible to love and not love someone...

...at the same time. You have to take a stand.

But I know. I felt that with Nadia.

I felt it every day, it was much stronger than me.

Maybe our fairytale was expired.

Nadia landed in a place we considered our own.

It wasn't a plain cafeteria. It was our home.

Our boss had gathered us here from newspaper ads...

...but he was so much more than an employer.

-How was it? -Fine.

-Did it hurt? -No.

-Here's 30. -You said 45.

-He wasn't satisfied though. -You promised 45.

Look, he was a low income customer. Yellow.

It was hard to push him- and you had to be tested.

If you do well in the future, as I know you will...

...you'll get better johns and make more money.

Your cut is 50%/%.

-I don't have where to stay. -Come again?

Can you give me some extra? I'll pay you back tomorrow.

I never pay in advance.

If you want, I can give you another job for tonight.

I've three on hold. Green. Stay the night with them...

...then I can get you a hotel room. Deal?

Make up your mind, I also have Martha to take care of.

I treat you better 'cause you're new - an investment.

Martha is anything but.

Soon, I'll have to pay for them to fuck her.

-How much? -100. All night, their place.

I'll take you. Martha! Prove me wrong!

-How was I? -Good. No surprises.

I want you to tell me how good I was!

Sorry, not really up for a chat right now.

The boss always told me: Martha, never be pushy!

But I didn't understand. I really wanted to be good.

And I was sick of Zois escorting me to the jobs.

I wanted the boss to take me, just like Nadia.

But she was 16 and a beauty. At 17, I was feeling old.

I was sure her clients were getting more pleasure...

...were begging her to stay more.

All of us had followed up an ad for a part time job.

Greeks only. The boss insisted on our nationality.

And he understood our needs. He had Zois to protect us...

...and the Whistler to provide us with any drug we wanted.

Nadia was not like us.

In the beginning, she never spoke to anyone.

Unlike us, she just came, picked up the post-its...

with client info and took off. I don't know where she went.

Even the boss had realized she was a special breed...

...and treated her differently.

His great passion were the fucking post-its...

...but he had a soft spot for Nadia.

Over here, when you complete 100 post-its we've a ritual.

Come, I'll take you.

This really annoyed me.

But I knew the Whistler was on his way.

Miltos was more eager to see him than me.

The Whistler had a strange habit.

He only spoke through horoscopes.

Today is a lucky day for Capricorn.

Dare risky investments, but beware of your love life.

No way. I go with no one more than three times!

-But he pays double! -I don't care!

I can't stand softies!

They get obsessed, specially the limp ones.

You can't trust them. Am I right?

Am I right?

I've no problem. If I picked them, I'd be out of work.

How would I make a living?

That's why you do it, to make a living?

What else? For a hobby?

-Maybe for fun. -Nice thinking.

Argyris was gorgeous. Super-sought after.

He wasn't smart, but he got more than any of us.

His clients, of course, are much more sensitive.

He gave you a bonus. For me.

Maybe you like what you do. You never know. Time'll tell.

Time? All I want is to make a living.

I think you might be a plain slut.

You sit here all day, worshipping an asshole...

-...who acts like your daddy. -What about you?

I'm not here to stay. It's just a stage.

I couldn't accept my defeat. I had to find someone too.

And our job's misunderstood.

They either put it in the news with a violin score...

...or they think it's the easiest job in the world.

But fucking 3-4 guys a day really wears you down.

You can't date a stranger. He'll never understand.

So, we started dating each other.

Like a Beverly Hills TV episode.

We felt like accomplices. We had a common secret.

Nadia kept staring at me. She knew I was jealous.

And even though Argyris was madly in love with her...

...she started taking a greater interest in me.

"Presentation of new model high-security door."

Most of them are from out of town and out of their ease.

Give them small talk...

...show interest in their work, don't force it!

What do you wanna be when you grow up?

-Astronaut? -Knock it off!

-Policeman? -I'm serious.

-Hairdresser. -Really?

-I'm not sure. -That's ok. I'll be famous.

-How? -Can't tell you.

Follow me.

-Why did you do that? -Solidarity. Let's go peep!

-Why are you doing this? -I need an ally.

The others are chickens. They don't get it.

-What about Argyris? -Argyris won't make it.

And you need someone to take care of you.

You're losing it!

-Nadia, I'm older than you. -So what?

She was soft. I really liked that.

For the first time, it felt like fluffy clouds.

You get laid to buy cds? Now that's twisted!

-What's this? -Past glories.

Let's play shrink, since you're so bloody restless!

-Truth or dare? -Truth.

I want to know... how you left your home.

Are you sure you want to know?

Promise you won't get scared of me.

I couldn't stand my parents. And they weren't even mean.

Just incredibly boring.

My mom especially, deserved instant death.

One day I set the house on fire...

...opened the door and left.

What do you mean set the house on fire?

Matches, alcohol, the works!

-And your parents? -They were sleeping.

I think they are ok.

They never made the news, anyway!

You're mad!

You promised you wouldn't be scared!

I then dyed my hair and looked for a job.

How did you leave?

Come on!

I didn't exactly leave. I've lied that I'm in university.

-Where? -Alexandroupoli.

It's the farthest away I could think of.

-What if they bump into you? -They won't. They don't care.

I had thought of burning my house too!

Martha... you truly disappoint me!

Why don't you fuck me right here?

Right before the boss, so he might finally get it up!

No, not here.

Are you daft, or have all the people who...

...fuck you made you officially gay?

Piss off! I don't enjoy it, I just get paid.

If I enjoyed it, like some others do, then I'd be gay.

-So why don't we fuck? -Don't want to.

You're gay!

I'll super-educate you!

-Would they ever accept us? -lf you pay, you get in.

Simple as that?

We're planning to take off and study abroad!

Lovely!

And then we'll come back, buy your place and fuck you!

I'll get a plastic dildo, much bigger than yours!

It's made of rubber...

So, since you have such high aspirations...

...l'll tell you about mine.

Today, I'm introducing a new range of appointments.

Purple!

They're double the reds. For you and for me!

There's a party at a fancy house tonight.

And the chosen ones are...

You, Martha!

And you...

Nadia!

Leave it, I'll get it later!

Ten sharp!

Take this and go buy something fancy.

And don't be late.

Good morning. I came for the ad.

Today, Mercury enters Libra.

Be calm and patient, specially in family matters.

Argyris is saving money to take her abroad.

Abroad my ass. Nobody is going abroad.

You're always broke, you definitely won't!

That's ok. You're purple. You'll take care of us.

What's wrong, are you feeling ignored?

Are you in love?

I want us to have a relationship...

...like real people.

Do we have anything in common with real people?

-I do. -I don't.

Don't you want to have a family?

Good luck tonight.

Good evening.

Goodbye.

Here's our new baby.

Marvel at your new baby. Adopt me and I'll sing!

You want me to fuck your husband?

Will you watch, or do something?

Nadia is jealous. Nadia loves me.

Nadia is right. I'm a slut.

And I like, really like to get paid and fucked.

Martha tonight has a new id:

Name: Slut, Address: Slut Religion: Slut.