Psychological warfare I: A single training day in Porcos Bravos´life

 
Os Cochos da Galizia marchan en breve cara onde agroman a bosta e as Cruces de Ferro. Os sheffilianos ameazan con sacar a xuventude. Mais nós temos outeiros de area e gatos grosos. Como dixera aquel gordo con cara de gato entre habano e habano: Loitaremos nas praias, loitaremos nas pistas de aterraxe, loitaremos nos campos e nas rúas, loitaremos nos outeiros...

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