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And yet, money stink. [Vlad the Heavy pushing spoiled meat]
Everything just (and only!) penny-pinching about him, just (and only.) reigning over souls and stuffs, just distributing and purchasing and gaining for years and years and years — and everything the Bull Enterprise ever was, to the last slaughtered heifer and the last flesh fly and the last сut of rotten meat, all that that Vlad does not willing severed from himself because it's all so his, so real; where's that thin line in-between now — it's hard to tell
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