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Дорогой сэр, Битлджус вещает в столицу. Он бывает крайне настойчив и весьма убедителен.
I was still just a kid when my innocence was lost, in a mobile-army whore house, gift of the army, free of cost! Next! You're next! Me? I really would have liked, just a little touch of tenderness, maybe a word or smile, some happiness, but oh! No! Next! Next! Well it wasn't so tragic the high heavens didn't fall, but most of that time I hated being there at all... Next! Next!
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