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Welcome to Mallorca, Spain.
The local temperature is 30 degrees Celsius...
They can't guard me.
I'm guarding him.
I got him.
Who you guarding? Nobody!
Tie game! Next point wins!
That was a bullshit foul.
Give me my money. That's my money. I won that match.
- That's not your money. - Where's my money?
That's my money.
What do you mean your money?
What are you looking at?
- Do you know who I am? - You're a nobody.
And you are shit.
You're a clown.
You big piece of shit. Fouling me all game.
- You and me, one on one, right now. - With those boots?
Twenty pavos for three shots.
Three shots, he'll never hit the rim.
Don't do it!
The big dude is hustling you!
He's fucking scared.
You want to try?
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