You have to believe that I'm bad, I'm bad, I'm a good girl. (Serious spoilers)

Ora 2022-12-14 06:57:32

Story background: I'm bad, I'm a good girl.

You have to think that I am a good girl, but you have to believe that I am bad.

The female pig's foot is called Irma. After reading it, you will think you should change the name to: Nima.

The female pig came out with a flamethrower on her feet, Nima, everything burned, and even the traffic lights burned when she jumped up.

The female pig's feet flirted with the firefighter after setting the fire, Nima, the arsonist put the firefighter to sleep.

Female pig's feet hummed a little song and went home, Nima, found a woman sleeping next to her husband.

The female pig's feet twisted the woman up and saw that Nima, best friend, this old lady had also slept.

The female pig's feet twisted her hair and threw her downstairs, Nima, the female pig's feet angrily raped her husband.

Then, Nima, two Buddhist schools, one serious and gentle, began to talk:

You undress in front of your adopted son and let him lick you.

You are sterile.

You like to set fires, and your adopted sons have to learn how to burn your sister's hair and disfigured her face.

You are sterile.

You evaded responsibility and sent your adopted son back to the orphanage. He cried and said not to leave me.

you do not. . . . . . Nima, the female pig's feet are angry.

The female pig's feet went to look for her adopted son for a long time, Nima, she found her, even her new adoptive parents.

The new adoptive mother of the adopted son finds that she has been slept by the female pig's feet, and this man is planning to divorce her husband and live with the female pig's feet.

The new adoptive mother collapsed, and she was forced to cry: You should give birth to one yourself, and don't harass us in the future.

The female pig's feet said: give birth to birth, must give birth, the belly is, your husband's, the two of us must be kind and loving.

The female pig's feet said to the firefighters: You have to be good to your adopted children, and I want to give birth to your son, so that you have a younger brother, and you can kiss your family.

Nima, the heroine really gave birth to a baby. She asked her husband to make milk powder every day, and then she ran to the adopted son's house every day to remind her that this was your own son.

Outcome: Several families are troubled by the noise of babies, and the female pig's feet laughed.

Nima, she ran to add dozens of liters of gasoline to burn the sky and the earth and the air.

Nima, I admit I didn't understand it!

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Ema quotes

  • Ema: I'm going to horrify you.

    Aníbal: Horrify me?

    Ema: When you know what I'm doing, and why. You will be horrified.

    Aníbal: Why wait? Scare me now.

  • Gastón: It's prison music. It's music to listen to in prison.

    [imitates beats]

    Gastón: The whole damn day. To keep you from thinking. To forget about the prison you're in and recreate it in your mind. To forget about the bars you have in front of you. That's it.

    [imitates beats]

    Gastón: It's a hypnotic rhythm that turns you into a fool. It's an illusion of freedom. So that people don't think. Yes, no, sex, drugs, yes. Heroin yes, orgies yes. But the next day, boom! You have to go to work. And you were convinced by someone. That if you moved your little hips, you'd be freer. But no. Not at all. It's falling asleep in defeat. Living in Ibiza. Picking up and moving to LA. To take selfies there all the time. And to do exactly the same thing. It's a culture of violence. Where women become purely sexual objects. And men are beasts who always screw women over. All while trying to fuck them. That's just what they want. That's the rhythm.

    [imitates beats]

    Gastón: "Don't rebel, don't think. Give it to me, give it to me." I can't believe you're dancing reggaeton, for Christ's sake! Everything we studied and felt. Everything we've practiced. And with you! All those damn fights we had. All the struggles. How we laughed at all of them! You laughed at all these girls. The very same ones. Laughing your ass off, huh. Screw them! Screw reggaeton. Fuck everything! I'm sick of this.

    Ema: Polo liked reggaeton.

    Gastón: Who is Polo?

    Sonia: You saw us dancing and you said, "Nice." What's nice? I don't know what that means. I guess you do. Because you're smarter than us, right? The only thing I know is, I don't like what I feel when I see something nice. Now I like dancing much more. Because it's like fucking, happy. With a flushed face, cussing. Hot, crazy, sexy, moving. And all of the sudden, bam! I'm surrounded by people. And they're all as horny as me. Moving as if they were fucking. But with music. It's delicious, motherfucker. That's life. And I dance life. Today, you're alive and you're here, because someone at some point got hot and had an orgasm. And today, that orgasm can be danced.