I dream that when I saw a constable, I could breathe with ease.
Nine nine seven, this number means trouble. Whenever there is an incident, there appears a confidant. One calls nine nine seven and sells everyone, prostitutes, lice and fucking whores arrivve. Thrash, dogs, fucking piles of shit. I'll grab them out with a pistolet, this is my dream. Fuck arrest, police and jail. When sitting then for something fucking particular, you have cleaned up a dog, you're not fucking friend.