FLASH
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Only Alexander Soros, who normally stays a bit far away in this black bottom, itches the stagnant feelings...
The arrest of Sali Berisha, since the first day, has extinguished the effects of social conflicts and awakened the naivety of the working animals who still work for the Prime Minister's family.
Today, this deduction is a few steps higher than the news released like oil on cabbage, by the "teeth" of the media that have bitten the democracy, rights, freedoms and assets of Albanians to the bone.
Suddenly shot at the living targets, in multiplication of the expected hardening of the crime phalanxes, the 4 Mafia Clans have come out on the bare earth.
Ilir Beqja and Frida Krifca are still under the "steam" of Bablok.
The culmination of the hut has collapsed on the dairy of the child that stajanica Yuri Kim, not only for Saliu, but for the entire mafia table.
Altin Dumani has put the scumbag in the mouth of these two former ministers.
Mixing in the cauldron's stomach will produce strong rum that intoxicates the entire tribe of thieves.
Ilir Beqja looks like drunk today.
On the way to prison, he hears his own stories, about millions of dollars in transfers outside of Albania, about affairs and secret conversations with mobsters, villas and restaurants that the Americans have investigated.
The Americans acted differently with Saliu, differently with the other 3 Mafia Clans.
Saliu was a giant, he had created a state and a mafia, laws and paths, laws and privileges, he had turned on the traffic lights on the pillars of NATO, the lights at the intersections of the free movement of the EU, that's why they didn't offer him a pot of drink, because he could many villagers would get drunk, and Edi Rama expected this, the collective madness.
The stage solution, with turning off the "lamp", or closing in a room, in the company of a Saliu chandelier, has only drunk the other 3 Mafia Clans, as much as Edi Rama's knees have been torn off and his tongue is dry.
Babloku is a feather in front of Saliu's weight. It's also dizzying with the soup in the McGonigal file.
From there, the scum of broken energies filled his eyes, which until today he had fur and ran chartered like a sheikh depending on the vice, divide and rule.
Only Alexander Soros itches the stagnant feelings, who normally stays a bit far away in this black bottom, where even the most naive understand that the Americans burned Saliu's "lamp" with the "steam" of Bablok's soup, while this at the end, they have it as the bottom of the bill of goods that Dreqi is receiving./ Pamphlet
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