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title = "Twenty Bras"
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*First heard a long time ago, place unknown. Brought to the bonfire in Mošorin in 2023.*
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- We were paid very little on the radio in ███, and at that time I sold all sorts of things illegally. I went to ████████ ████ ██████, nicknamed ███ █████████ █████ ███ ███ ████ ███████ for years. We ███ ██ ███ ██████ █████ ███ ████ ████ ████. And once I bought lingerie, bras, and panties...and asked myself: and now what shall I do with it? And then it dawned on me: I will put on all twenty bras and a leather jacket over it. And we arrived ██ ████ ██████... ██ ██ ██, ██████ ██████ ███ ███ ███████ ██ ███ ████. ███████ ████████ ████ ███ ████ ███████ ██ ████ █████████ █████ ███ ████ ███████ ██ ██████ ██. █ ████████ ███████ ████████. ███████, ████ ██████ ████ ██ █████ ████ ██ ███. They tore the whole car apart, looking for drugs. So when they didn’t find the drugs, they let us go.
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