there was such a person, the notorious john morgan who built the same titanic and he consulted angelina adamshim become a billionaire. this is his phrase millionaire. you may not consult an astrologer, but billionaires are obliged and indeed. she brought him to very high posts and when an eclipse was supposed in his chart. well, this is my version , of course, he built the titanic, and what is characteristic is that at that moment he understood that the titanic could not be humiliated, either he had to lose everything, or he, as he assumed. i think, and he had to create a certain global precedent, which, as it were, redeemed his success. but how do we understand? yes, it all happened. and it is no coincidence with those who understood. it's some hung. and he himself, uh, went on this titanic but went out, so to speak , to the nearest pier from it and people were partially locked in cabins. the bottom is no coincidence. it seemed to me that this was such a somewhat programmed action, because uh, i will someday tell you about such a phenomenon as, uh, the moon is out of course. i mean, this is

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