turkish jale sahin k 3

Mr. Boss.

You want to rip my yard?

Of course I do.

Then get up and show yourself.

Come on.

I'll go, darling. One.

I swear to God, he's the one who puts the pot.

Come on then.

You know about me?

Don't you know that's what happened to you?

I'm lucky, boss.

Of course.

Boss, you forgive me.

Don't you know you're not like that?

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

You know right now, not right now. Do you understand?

You killed me.

Oh, your end is mine?

I don't know, but you taught me, thank you. In the future, I hope.

You guys in?

You guys in?

Hello, hello, Mr. Nuray. How are you?

Fine, thanks. It's not good, but I'll manage.

Look, Nuray Abi, I want to tell you something. Eat your bread.

Yeah, what you did today was a mistake. I agree, really.

But you're gonna have to start understanding soon.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know what I mean?

Okay. Let me ask you something. Since you did it, I did it.

Like two friends, you're good at coffee. Let's make a deal.

Look, it's good to tell you, Nuray. Come tonight, I've got the device.

He works at a nightclub. It was 1:00 a.m. He gave me sweat.

Come on, you and me, with that weird beautiful sketch. Is that okay?

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