It's in California.
The ambassador debates well. But he is just an ambassador. Still, he looks terribly familiar. I wanted to hug him and buy him a beer. While he was cool and self-restrained, those yuppies were there throwing caca in his words. Fuck you Ivory tower idiots.
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Me dicen el Matador de los cien barrios porteños, No tengo de que tener miedo, Mis palabras son balas, balas de paz, balas de justicia, Soy la voz de los que hicieron callar sin razón, por el sólo hecho de pensar distinto.
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