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Мафия 3. Nightdreams Castle

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Sure, here you go: If you're lonely and feeling down, I know a place where we can go: There's a lady on Acacia Avenue, number 22. If you want to have a good time, And you're willing to pay the price, Fifteen pounds is all she'll ask, And everyone will get their share of sin. If you've been waiting for too long, To get some rest and have your fun, Tell her you know Bruce Dickinson, And maybe she'll give you a free ride. When you're in the East End, Don't hesitate to come on in. Give her my word, And she'll show you more than you've ever known. Charlotte can't escape this madness, Can't you see? It's just bringing her down. When you're taking men in, Aren't you afraid of catching something? One day, when you're almost forty, I bet you'll regret all those years. No one will want to know you then, You won't be able to show them what you're worth. Acacia Avenue, number 22, that's where we'll all go! It's cozy and warm, the red light shines all night in the window. Charlotte, isn't it time to leave this crazy life behind? Have you ever thought about the hard times? Why do you live like this? Do you enjoy it, or is it just a goal? Sometimes, when you're walking down the street, Men turn their heads, they want you. When you're walking down the street, Everyone looks at you. Hit her, abuse her, Do whatever you want with her. Pinch her, tease her, Put her on her knees. Insult her, make fun of her, She's willing to take it all, Caress her, harass her, She'll never say no. You run away. Do you know what you're doing? Can't you see that I've ruined you? Charlotte, you've taken your life and thrown it away, Don't throw away all those who loved you, All those men who were so happy, This isn't a life for you. Stop this madness. You pack your things and leave with me.

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Yes, yes, I know that children read the forum, please don't beat me :D
O God of Earth and Altar,
Bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter,
Our people drift and die,
The walls of gold entomb us,
The swords of scorn divide,
Take not thy thunder from us,
Take away our pride.


G.K. Chesterton: English Hymnal