"I'm 45. I'm a widower. I've got a little hotel, a kind of a dump. But it's not completely a flophouse. And... I used to live on my luck, and I got married. My wife killed herself. But you know, what the hell, I'm... no prize. I picked up a nail when I was in Cuba in 1948 and now I got a prostate like an Idaho potato. But I'm still a good stick man, even if l can't have any children. Let's see, I don't have any stomping grounds. I don't have any friends. I suppose if I hadn't met you, I'd probably settle for a hard chair and a hemorrhoid. Anyway, to make a long, dull story even duller, I come from a time when a guy like me would drop into a joint like this and pick up a young chick like you... and call her a bimbo. (...) Anyway, you dummy, I love you. And I want to live with you."
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Ahh, ainda bem que verei esse filme amanhã!
Ainda preciso entender como o Marlon Brando pode ser tão cativante! A presença de cena dele é incomparável, cativante!
E esse texto é ótimo! de uma decadência irresistível.
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