You all come from Carelia, you like to see crying faces, they how you life, you really beat women like in boing nights, the pain is raw, you do it all night.
You dont care about people, you are a doctor, you like to kill, every day is is the same nights, you get layed with violance, or make a new hospital patience, its your life.
The turbulence is hard, every day, you like to life your own ways, to mark all the people in finland, where you life, you mark them with iron, on their bodies, you like that kind of field.
You wonder whe the drivers are safe, when they hit the walls, they have better gods, you like mechanism its your thing.
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