I`ve seen things you people wouldn`t believe.
Four Alisons roaring on a potholed Dakar runway.
Sticks of meatbombs dropped in an Albanian mountain range.
I watched my rates dancing like emeralds in a Canadian strippers G-String.
All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain.
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