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Ilir Beqja has tightened Edi Rama's waist so much that even Altin Dumani is afraid that if he is given the go-ahead, he will take the Prime Minister with him...
Ilir Beqja has one foot in SPAK, one in prison. With all this temperature of uncertainty, the valves have also been released and the screens are released, where some people holding cameras and microphones are ready to remind them of the medicine that Edi Rama has, SPAK investigates those who want the boss, don't 'shit him', neither he, nor Lali Eri, nor the others who absorb the sweat of the Albanians every day, up to the bottom of their spines.
Journalists resemble the millionaire lawyers of the Sheiks of politics. But the media forgets that Beqja is not the hawk that plucks out the eyes of those who stab you, go to prison, thief, but one of the donkeys of the Renaissance, who, after filling his belly, puts it in his "po*da" and tightens his ass by the waist. own. Even Ilir Beqja has tightened Edi Rama's waist, as even Altin Dumani is afraid that if he is given the go-ahead, he will take the prime minister with him.
The Prime Minister and 3 other Mafia Clans are sweating. Through the chaos of not controlling the puzzles, with the ropes of the balance sails in their hands shaking from the storm of the SPAK, all the thieves are hanging on the branches of the accusations, and the sweat drains you onto the pavement where the irritated villagers trample mercilessly .
This anger only increases the body, since Ambassador Yuri Kim embroidered some ornaments on the ropes of power. You remember, when she pretended she was decorating Bablock's Chinese cloth, that she didn't see Charles McGonagall climbing up and grabbing dollars in sacks, that her scissors didn't cut threads, but embroidered colorful ornaments.
Since that time, no one trusts the ropes of power, no one with a brain in his head, dares to climb from his own Hell to the Hell of the Mafia. The animals in the cage of corruption are not only Saliu's sheep, but also Ed's donkeys. The history of our journalism does not lack either hunters or criminals. Even though secondary files are becoming primary, the wildness of the forest of corruption has reached the village streets, where some shoot with the host, and some drop their pants in front of the donkeys, satisfied that they are ip*lling.
Peacocks with manipulative energy are a reference that leaves a finger in the mouth of all those who enjoy their po*ds.
Since long discussions cannot be without water, since fear and courage do not walk on the same road, let's close the article this time with a bio metaphor from our village, Ilir Beqja gives a yes on the way to prison!/ Pamphlet
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