Her Words Kill. Load My Revolver, Baby. Nobody Here Is Leaving Priscilla. Τα λόγια της Kill. Φορτίο Revolver μου, μωρό. Κανείς εδώ φεύγει Priscilla.
... for you. War, despite the white flag. Oh my dear, I fear I have become a burden. She was waiting for you. Is it raining outside your window? It?s pouring here
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