lt;pgt;American pros

On the bare wooden walls of the living room, two yellowed posters were pasted.,Elena stood tall, her bleached-blonde hoodie stretched to comical heights: "Good. Get a job. I don't want to feed you slackers another week. I have two little kids to raise, and can't afford to keep you.",The car stopped at the roadside, and the muscular man who got out looked at Martin and said, "Martin Davis"。