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Money Gold and green and blood-red. Murder for it, hide it, spend it. Your wife, your mistress, your whore. What I breathe and choke on and breed and die from and need. Fuck this damn money you refuse you whore you pile of shit you cunt. Kill me you god you God. Let me have you you money you all you none you peace you piece you wretch you wench. |
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