-I sent her the report. . .
-Do you have Jorge's number? -Girl, this looks great on you. -This?
Really? It didn't cost me anything. I found it in a thrift shop.
When you compliment someone, they speak badly of the clothes. I don't do that a lot, but you do. Your shoes are so nice.
It's all moldy and fucked up. It's was my grandma's. She died wearing them.
. . -Luiza.
-They smell. . .
I did it again. Everyone does. It's okay.
-Your earrings are beautiful. -This shit here? It's made of can lids.
My moron cousin makes them. -Coke lids? -It must be Guaraná Light.
-He's very talented. -It's all he knows how to do. -Your pants are so beautiful.
-Very. Animale, right? -No, Buiú.
-Buiú? The homeless guy from my street. I stole them.
-Good morning, girls. -Good morning! -What a nice top!
-You liked it? It's Gucci. -Was it on sale?
-No. -What a snob! -What a bore.
Is that shirt from a street seller? Street seller. .
. -This is a Jake Kong. It's 15K.
-Really? Zero One pants. Almost R$ 13,000.
-They cost almost R$ 13,000? -Yes. Do you know how much this cost?
-US$ 78. -What is it? Lambiueurs.
And this. . .
Do you see this? -Rubisaskis. -Really?
-It was 137K. -Fuck. .
. I still have the label.
