is the hand that rocks the cradle, the claws that you have that you can, but only if you have money, if shit you not. If you want, you got it. Vulture power ensagrentados immersed in the reality life, only know a truth, your truth. THE MONEY. They have their small vultures, filled with phones and a single demand, SELL. But that providence will always be favorable, if you stay out of work and stop paying any letters, small vultures become pure carrion, lie, harass and insult ... the guerrilla war, Nazis dressed lambs, bloodsuckers and depressed from 8 to 5. I will never be a soul invaded
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