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EXT/INT. WONDER MOTEL - DAY
BAKERSFIELD CA, WONDER MOTEL. ONLY THING KEEPING THIS VILE rundown cesspool in business is its uncanny demand for floozy’s and smack.
A breath-taking 1968 Chevy Malibu pulls in. Maneuvering around the flock of indigenous burnouts.
BILLY LATE THIRTY’S emerge’s out and walks to the trunk. He pulls out a brown paper bag along with miniature traffic cones. He sets the cones around the car at this point it should be obvious its his baby.
VINCENT’S WONDER MOTEL ROOM
The inside of the motel isn't exempt from the monstrosity outside. The room’s Riddled with roaches and bedbugs. The walls, tables, and bed boards covered in brown crusty grime. A Bed set that's well passed its prime. A septic tank would make for a far better stay then this dump.
VINCENT GELLER EARLY FORTY’S has concocted quite the sex contraption. Up above the door frame closest to the restroom, is a metal pull-up bar.
Were Vincent has wrapped his leather belt around to asphyxiate himself. While Aimee, THE HOOKER early fifty’s, slurp’s the gherkin.
Vincent’s lets out a series obnoxious whimpering sounds, accompanied with the words fuck,shit, yes and no.
Vincent eyes dart back legs begin to quiver that's right he is in full blown climax mode.

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EXT/INT. WONDER MOTEL - DAY
BAKERSFIELD CA, WONDER MOTEL. ONLY THING KEEPING THIS VILE rundown cesspool in business is its uncanny demand for floozy’s and smack.
A breath-taking 1968 Chevy Malibu pulls in. Maneuvering around the flock of indigenous burnouts.
BILLY LATE THIRTY’S emerge’s out and walks to the trunk. He pulls out a brown paper bag along with miniature traffic cones. He sets the cones around the car at this point it should be obvious its his baby.
VINCENT’S WONDER MOTEL ROOM
The inside of the motel isn't exempt from the monstrosity outside. The room’s Riddled with roaches and bedbugs. The walls, tables, and bed boards covered in brown crusty grime. A Bed set that's well passed its prime. A septic tank would make for a far better stay then this dump.
VINCENT GELLER EARLY FORTY’S has concocted quite the sex contraption. Up above the door frame closest to the restroom, is a metal pull-up bar.
Were Vincent has wrapped his leather belt around to asphyxiate himself. While Aimee, THE HOOKER early fifty’s, slurp’s the gherkin.
Vincent’s lets out a series obnoxious whimpering sounds, accompanied with the words fuck,shit, yes and no.
Vincent eyes dart back legs begin to quiver that's right he is in full blown climax mode.
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