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Life As A Highway Robber Escape from captivity pulled off when I came of age boyhood begrudged, and bested by brigandage, but willpower sans declaration of independence begot bravery against British brutes bridging caper (involving collusion) to bust loose from cage, and trappings forcibly to plunder artworks and sculpted treasures by classical masters without causing damage taught by professional thieves requiring minimal equipage whereat over time footage sordid memory constantly replayed plunder and pillage unwittingly fostering getaway from hell raising gambits planting seed to gauge optimal instance to feign criminal shenanigans running rampant with militant spunky gangs "FAKING" das spies zing trumpeting hostage killing and taking, nonetheless swallowing bitter pill reeking havoc as honorable image in order to survive within world wide web of criminals (especially an unwelcome foreigner), where skills as buccaneer really put to test, and tried maximum lawlessness partaken in (dolled up) guise suppressing shied pitifull looking indigent vagabond self away by donning "FAKE" whippersnapper benefiting getting to sally and ride always exuding patriotic pride pleasing ghosts of founding fathers against their autonomy from crown weathering woe be chide recrimination impossible to enforce as bride of Lady Liberty opened arms for those, who made dangerous journey across avast ocean only to confront (whodunit) thuggery this lifestyle raping, looting, and burning WITHOUT choice, but guilt aye didst abide. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Retrospective many generations since marking birth of a nation (The United States of America), now mecca, sans land of milk and honey current president imposed antithetical ration!

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