HUNT4K. Fucking Out of Tune

I'm exhausted. - What's up?

First of all, I hear you a lot, I hear you a lot.

I come here every day, I haven't seen you yet.

It's not dangerous to come here in this cold.

We're going to a concert. - To a concert.

A concert? What kind of concert?

I don't know...

Aren't you a guitarist or you play house?

You're a cultural barbarian.

One more time? - Otherwise you'd know my daughter.

We live here with Erika since I was born.

She lives here all her life and I control every second of her life.

So she can fully devote herself to music.

Sit down.

Nice, very nice.

Erika never met her father and she only devotes herself to music.

To be the best of the best.

She adapts to everything.

Nice, I can see that you have your own way.

It's beautiful.

Can I ask you, can Erika cook?

Of course, Erika can't cook. I do everything.

Erika only devotes herself to her music.

I experienced that when someone played for me on a music stage

and it was in the spirit we have now, in the atmosphere.

Well, about the food, I didn't want to offend you or anything like that,

but in a good society, the music and its performance in a private way

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