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Usage examples of puta.

Luka, Alisa i ja, shvatio sam da je to vjerojatno prvi puta nakon rastave kako se moji otac i majka nalaze za istim stolom.

Pitala sam runo i ono je dva puta reklo 167, ali vjerojatno nisam bila sasvim pribrana.

Ponovno na vratima Vilijeve sobe, ovoga puta zatekla sam ga kako sjedi i gleda u daljinu, kroz pritvoren prozor.

It is most repugnant to have to question this half-caste son of a puta, a street whore, as if he were a legal person, rather than simply hanging him.

The most I could hope for when my end came was a belly full of pulque, a comfortable bridge to sleep under, and a clap-stinking puta to ease my pain.

He called her a puta, but I did not know if that was his anger speaking or her occupation.

It was dark in the tent, a single candle glowed, barely breaking the darkness, but even in the dim I could see that she was not a young puta, but one old enough to be my mother.

I must continue to remain in this backward area until that foul puta of a magician is found.

I considered implicating that puta bitch Isabella as having had sex with the devil, but again, when I made myself even an innocent witness to blasphemy, I was sealing my doom.

The pale puta who had taken her man was walking straight to her death.

The freed slave who owned the building and charged exorbitant rents, extorting one out of every three reales from the putas and sugarcane hucksters he boarded, clearly did not bother with repairs.

The putas at the tavern where we had been staying had dyed his hair and mustache red.

It was the countercoup, of course—the Captain Puta crowd who unseated Tequila y Mota and prevented the nuclear war—but I didn't know that at the time, so I dashed into the nearest doorway and tried to duck the flying bullets, which were coming, mind you, as thick as the darling buds in May.

It was the countercoup, of course— the Captain Puta crowd who unseated Tequila y Mota and prevented the nuclear war— but I didn't know that at the time, so I dashed into the nearest doorway and tried to duck the flying bullets, which were coming, mind you, as thick as the darling buds in May.

The bike path followed Puta Creek, and the new leaves on the trees shaded the path, so that its asphalt was still wet with dew.