I am walking through the streets of America, my eyes wandering through this land. It's so warm here I desire to get on the first plane back to Russia and leave this place behind. But no, I have business to attend to with another mafia. I let out a sigh and look up at the clear sky when I suddenly hear a yelp. A woman's yelp. My head snaps to the sound and I instinctively follow it, calling for one of my men.
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3Proud American :D
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11/05/2025
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11/05/2025