Plot
Welcome to a world where time has become the ultimate currency. You stop aging at 25, but there's a catch: you're genetically-engineered to live only one more year, unless you can buy your way out of it. The rich "earn" decades at a time (remaining at age 25), becoming essentially immortal, while the rest beg, borrow or steal enough hours to make it through the day. When a man from the wrong side of the tracks is falsely accused of murder, he is forced to go on the run with a beautiful hostage. Living minute to minute, the duo's love becomes a powerful tool in their war against the system.
Keywords: 25-year-old, 50th-birthday, abandoned-building, against-the-system, ambush, anti-hero, apartment, arm-wrestling, armored-truck, attempted-robbery
Time Is Power
Time Is Money
Live forever or die trying.
His crime wasn't stealing time. He was giving it away.
Tomorrow is a luxury you can't afford.
At the age of 25, the aging process stops
Life is paid out a minute at a time
The rich can live forever, the poor must earn for more time
[playing poker, showing hand]::Will Salas: That's pretty good. But...::[shows a stronger hand]::Will Salas: Mine's better.::Sylvia Weis: Why did I play strip poker with you?::[Will helps take off her jacket]::Will Salas: Why did you?::[begin making out]
Philippe Weis: For a few to be immortal, many must die.::Will Salas: Wrong!
Henry Hamilton: Don't waste my time.
Sylvia Weis: I didn't mean to shoot him, I wanted to scare him.::Will Salas: I think you did both.
Philippe Weis: You'd steal from your own father.::Sylvia Weis: Is it stealing if it's already stolen?
Philippe Weis: Even if you gave a year to a million people, you're just prolonging their agony.::Sylvia Weis: We're prolonging their lives.::Philippe Weis: Flooding the wrong zone with a million years, it could cripple the system.::Will Salas: Let's hope so.::Sylvia Weis: We're not meant to live like this. We're not meant to live forever. Although I do wonder, Father, if you've ever lived a day in your life.
Sylvia Weis: Will, if you get a lot of time, are you really gonna give it away?::Will Salas: I've only ever had a day. How much do you need? How can you live with yourself watching people die right next to you?::Sylvia Weis: You don't watch. You close your eyes. I can help you get all the time you want.
Henry Hamilton: How old are you? In real time?::Will Salas: 28.::Henry Hamilton: I'm 105.::Will Salas: Good for you. You won't see 106, you have too many more nights like tonight.::Henry Hamilton: You are right. But the day comes when you've had enough. Your mind can be spent, even if your body's not. We want to die. We need to.::Will Salas: That's your problem? You've been alive too long? You ever known anyone who's died?::Henry Hamilton: For a few to be immortal, many must die.::Will Salas: What the hell is that supposed to mean?::Henry Hamilton: You really don't know, do you? Everyone can't live forever. Where would we put them? Why do you think there are time zones? Why do you think taxes and prices go up the same day in the ghetto? The cost of living keeps rising to make sure people keep dying. How else could there be men with a million years while most live day to day? But the truth is... there's more than enough. No one has to die before their time. If you had as much time as I have on that clock, what would you do with it?::Will Salas: I'd stop watching it. I can tell you one thing. If I had all that time, I sure as hell wouldn't waste it.
Fortis: [as Minutemen are holding people up against a fence] Nobody goes anywhere::Fortis: You all know who I'm looking for. I'm looking for whoever gave this man a month! [Holds up man's clock]::Fortis: And I'm going to clean the clocks off of everyone in this hellhole until someone says something I wanna hear!
[first lines]::Will Salas: I don't have time. I don't have time to worry about how it happened. It is what it is. We're genetically engineered to stop aging at 25. The trouble is, we live only one more year, unless we can get more time. Time is now the currency. We earn it and spend it. The rich can live forever. And the rest of us? I just want to wake up with more time on my hand than hours in the day.
Plot
Carrera is a female demon whose job is to create a wish-granting contract with a human being in exchange for their soul. Along with her partners/rivals Mercedes and Rati, she carries out this job for the benefit of the demon world. When Carrera is summoned by the nerdy Ogawa, she finds him to be more interesting than her previous clients and develops a crush. In turn, Mercedes tries to get involved with Ogawa in order to compete with Carrera. However, the angels are upset by this disturbance and are willing to purify the demons with their precious "holy water" to save Ogawa's soul.
Keywords: anal-sex, angel, bisexual-girl, contract, demon, dirty-talk, ecchi, friendship, hardcore, harem
Plot
Carrera is a female demon whose job is to create a wish-granting contract with a human being in exchange for their soul. Along with her partners/rivals Mercedes and Rati, she carries out this job for the benefit of the demon world. When Carrera is summoned by the nerdy Ogawa, she finds him to be more interesting than her previous clients and develops a crush. In turn, Mercedes tries to get involved with Ogawa in order to compete with Carrera. However, the angels are upset by this disturbance and are willing to purify the demons with their precious "holy water" to save Ogawa's soul.
Keywords: anal-sex, angel, bisexual-girl, contract, demon, dirty-talk, ecchi, friendship, hardcore, harem
Plot
A young girl named Marcela lives with her dad, Jose, a lighthouse keeper, and old Daniel on an island. The only contact the girl has with the world outside her home is by a boat with four sailors that pays a visit to the island in order to take them supplies. Daniel, who not only protects her from her dad's strictness but also teaches her how to be literate, is her source of tenderness. Her dad thinks she should be away from the world - though she wishes she could spend a few days in town. Then one day, as she has her first period and becomes a woman, she starts feeling sexuality through the blowing wind, which she talks to.
Keywords: based-on-novel, beach, coffee, coming-of-age, diary, father-daughter-relationship, island, lighthouse, little-girl, loss-of-father
Carrera may refer to:
Carl Abou Samah (Arabic: كارل أبو سمح; born April 18, 1979) better known by his stage name Karl Wolf is a Lebanese-born Canadian musician based in Montreal, Quebec, Canada. He has been a singer, songwriter and producer since 2001, releasing his first solo album Face Behind the Face on MapleNationwide/Universal in January 2006, followed by a second album Bite the Bullet in November 2007. His third album Nightlife was released on November 17, 2009. After 9 years with EMI Music, in March 2010 he signed a new recording contract in the United States with Universal Republic followed by a worldwide deal with Universal Music Canada in 2011. EMI Japan and EMI Middle East still have exclusive license to Karl Wolf's upcoming album. In 2012, he also announced that he was managing five new artists through his company.
Wolf was born as Carl Abou Samah in Beirut, Lebanon. He moved on with his family to Dubai, UAE when he was three-years-old due to the civil war in Lebanon. He studied in UAE's International School of Choueifat. In an interview with Shave Magazine, Karl explained that in Arabic, his family name (Abou Samah) means 'father of forgiveness'. His stage name 'wolf' comes from a nickname he received on his high school basketball team because he was the smallest and quickest in his team. He also says his mother and father drove him to a career in music. Wolf's mother was a piano teacher and his father played guitar, drums and a traditional Middle Eastern musical instrument called oud.
Carrera
Verse 1
I saw this girl inside the club
Yo homie you're in my way
So I stepped right up to her
And asked her if that's her man
She said no and proceeded to chat
So I just let her stay to tell her that she's
everything that I want
And to take her away
Chorus
She rides up in my Carrera
She feels me, she wants me、 she holds me
Her body's like the Sahara
So soft and so curvy, revealing
She's looking in the mirror
Eyes catch me watching and flirting
She rides up in my Carrera
She feels me、 she holds me, she wants me right now
Verse 2
I click 80 on the dash
Now I'm on the road
We're going real fast
She ain't takin it slow
Things about to burst
When I be rockin da show
Drama about to start right now
Up in my ride
SO, here we go, let it flow
She's out with me layin low
Freaky deaky let it be
What she do next?
Chorus
Your baby's home
She's all alone
You're makin this a cloudy day
She texts your phone
She moans and groans
You made it as if didn't see a thing
You did receive
You made believe
That you were chekin out your boyz new whip
Suddenly you at another parking lot
And she's up in yo shshshsh