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Los Angeles, California, United States
I can strike from any alpine shadow, any hour, and I can dispatch you in over nine hundred ways with just my dagger, a Breda grenade, and my unyielding fascist furia. I’ll rain blackshirted vengeance and Panzerfaust fury upon you, and you’ll drown in the mud of the Sangro River. You’re finished, ribelle. Avanti who? Avanti me!
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