Broadway

My dick is so hard, it's ripping my pants.

Say it.

Rip me apart.

Faster.

Faster.

Hey! Stop this!

I have to clean everyone's shit in here.

If I take on extra duties, they'll let me out earlier.

I even learned how to cook.

I've become a fucking maid.

I was in deep shit, again.

I was a sucker for trouble.

I would get caught up in messed-up situations.

And just before the big explosion, somebody would come to rescue me.

But let's take it from the beginning.

My mother was a ballerina.

The very best.

And she's a monster.

Like mother, like daughter.

Despite her good taste,

she married a pitbull with a castle by the sea.

He had a toilet paper factory and shitloads of money.

Needless to say: That pitbull was not my father.

My mother never came to my show,

but that night, she sent her puppets to take me back.

And he was there. Again.

He was there every night and gave good tips.

But that night...

he came to rescue me.

His name was Markos.

He was an artist. Or so he said.

He looked the part.

But he was a crook. As talented as they get.

He told me he was born in America.

His father worked at the zoo, and brought home a mountain lion.

That's how he lost his finger.

The mountain lion ate it off.

I pretended to believe him.

But at that moment,

I would believe anything, as long as he took me far away.

Do you want a fix?

What have you got?

He had a plan.

We were going to Broadway to meet his family.

The Broadway I knew was in America.

But this one was around the corner and you didn't even know it.

You only found out when you were in serious trouble.

You are here.

Open Air Cinema Rooftop.

The whole family welcomed me.

Rudolph.

Mohammad.

The old man.

They called him "Locksmith".

And...

Lola.

Don't touch it.

It has rabies.

Rabies?

She bites. Look at what she did to Rudolph.

Where did you put the new guy?

He's downstairs, in storage room B.

Are you ok?

Fuck.

What is that?

I'll tell them to bring you some painkillers.

They're after him, bad.

But he's harmless.

Don't worry.

Even if he recovers, he has to play dead.

If he wants a chance to live.

You know what I mean?

Yeah, yeah...

This is my bedroom.

And these are our clothes.

It's all yours.

Shut up!

And so it all began.

We were going to take Athens by storm.

Hi, Paul.

Hey, guys.

This is for you.

And this...

for the house.

Let's go.

Life in Broadway wasn't really what I expected.

To get in you had to give something away.

To get out, too.

Good job.

I'll be in the shower. Come.

Milk!

Kiss FM takes you to Europe,

to see your favorite superstars!

Adele in London, Coldplay in Paris,

Rolling Stones in Amsterdam,

Shakira in Milan.

Mariah Carey in London's Christmas Show!

You're not eating.

I'm eating.

Tune in with Kiss FM and...

make your day!

-What does he look like? -No idea.

When he came here, he was covered in blood.

Disgusting!

You know he worked for Maraboo?

Maraboo?

Maraboo!

Who's that?

Never seen him myself. Few have.

But he has. That's the problem.

Once you've seen him...

Everything ok?

Yes, we're going back upstairs.

I'm going to lock up now.

Good night.

I never stayed in one place for too long.

I always found a reason to leave.

Or maybe...

I couldn't find a reason to stay.

Someone would always come to rescue me.

And nobody thought I could rescue someone.

But that's what I wanted the most.

For you.

A gift.

Thanks, Mojito.

You're welcome.

Be careful.

He bites.

We warmed up to each other.

And when it got cold, we would squeeze against each other.

You sick?

Fuck.

Are you done?

Are you getting closer?

No way.

Tell me...

What happens if someone dies in Broadway?

Why? You're planning to?

We either burn them...

or eat them.

You do have a fever.

Lola.

We don't let her out of her cage.

She has rabies.

Put it back in the cage.

The days passed and the corpse fully recovered.

But still, he had to play dead

for the outside world.

You can't stay here like this.

You know that.

Not like this.

If not like this,

then he was willing to change.

He had no place to go.

He was ready to do anything.

To change his skin.

It won't work.

Look.

What?

Let's give it a try.

Hey, dude.

Nelly wants to try something.

What kind of woman do you want to be?

Maybe a no-bullshit kind of woman?

Kind of rough around the edges?

Or maybe punk?

What about high heels?

Wigs? Glamour?

Can I change along the way?

Sure, but we need to start from somewhere.

Could I be a hot chick?

Eyelashes.

Hot chick!

Her name is Barbara.

And she was my best creation.

We were a hit.

And we were in over our heads.

We had to be careful inside Broadway and out,

because we were being watched, all the time.

Even at night time.

And in the midst of all this, I got carried away.

Who's that chick?

New girl in town.

Good to see you, again.

He ran and ran.

Faster than ever.

But the cops caught up.

The charge: Petty theft and property crime,

without accomplices.

He got 11 months.

We, on the other hand...

How did you get away?

Thank god for the girls.

What girls?

Yes?

Yes, I'm in the park with Dolores and Mitsos.

Poor Dolores is constipated today.

What?

I'll take care of it.

Let me go!