what are they gonna do?
they'll just shrug then surrender
then sit outside of a cafe, smoking a cigar, reading provocative literature, tutting to themselves into the hours of darkness, as the rain begins to fall.
While a poor bandoneon player emits a lament of hate, in the distance.
Next week, I'll talk about Germany, be prepared for huge pots containing brown fluid and sausage and large chaps in incomprehensible trousers
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then sit outside of a cafe, smoking a cigar, reading provocative literature, tutting to themselves into the hours of darkness, as the rain begins to fall.
While a poor bandoneon player emits a lament of hate, in the distance.
Next week, I'll talk about Germany, be prepared for huge pots containing brown fluid and sausage and large chaps in incomprehensible trousers