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Igor didn't have to wrangle a bigger budget for his next accidental blockbuster                 from the shady shadowy sharkskin suit behind sharp shades; he would've been a government man in better days, but he was doing alright flying around the world picking up spare graft; this ain't **** no more, boy, you're working for the corporation;                         Big Brother's not watching u now; u can go crazy, [           ],                                                      [           ] the slick huckster said handing Igor a script; we've got an option on this w/ attachments, it'll put plenty of money in your  pocket until u're ready w/ ur thing;  the guy wasn't Russian or American, w/ an accent from Mars;  when TT came in, the guy stood & wagged her dainty hand - pleased to meet u, said the hurried haircut, take a look at that script & get back to me, Igor -we'll do lunch | who was that,   she asked once the suit was gone;   guy from Mars, said Igor; what's the script? she said,                lifting the sheath of pages to her near-sighted cross-eyes & reading; he wants me to make a piece of **** for a hundred million dollars; u'd better talk to Eli, she said, I'll bet he can get u a billion; _Da! Da!_ he shouted -
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Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 3:09 PM UTC
Да! Да!
Igor didn't have to wrangle a bigger budget for his next accidental blockbuster                 from the shady shadowy sharkskin suit behind sharp shades; he would've been a government man in better days, but he was doing alright flying around the world picking up spare graft; this ain't **** no more, boy, you're working for the corporation;                         Big Brother's not watching u now; u can go crazy, [           ],                                                      [           ] the slick huckster said handing Igor a script; we've got an option on this w/ attachments, it'll put plenty of money in your  pocket until u're ready w/ ur thing;  the guy wasn't Russian or American, w/ an accent from Mars;  when TT came in, the guy stood & wagged her dainty hand - pleased to meet u, said the hurried haircut, take a look at that script & get back to me, Igor -we'll do lunch | who was that,   she asked once the suit was gone;   guy from Mars, said Igor; what's the script? she said,                lifting the sheath of pages to her near-sighted cross-eyes & reading; he wants me to make a piece of **** for a hundred million dollars; u'd better talk to Eli, she said, I'll bet he can get u a billion; _Da! Da!_ he shouted -
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Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 3:09 PM UTC
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