Men with thick sticks sprang up from the piles of parcels. They laugh, wiggling their eyebrows and eyes.
"Look at those chicks, boss!"
The blond-haired guy who speaks with his mouth wide open has bad intentions. Little Emrah's tears that started to flow also agreed with me.
"After beating the guys, can we make these girls famous big bro?"
The offspring of the whore who broke the will. The place is just like the contraband warehouse in old Turkish movies. If there were boxes of cigarettes and whiskey instead of pirated cassettes, it's precisely the scene from the movie Cüneyt Arkın.
We raided; Commissioner Kemal, a smuggler in the warehouse, was a Retro mix of rape and punk crew. Otherwise, are we right in the middle?
"Friends, judging by their stance, they will all attack simultaneously. Let's get on the defensive!"