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"ISLAMISTS could be here" he thought. "I've never been in this neighborhood before. There could be ISLAMISTS anywhere". The cool wind felt good against his bare face. "I hate ISLAMISTS" he thought. Sweet Dreams are Made of These reverberated through the Xmas market, making it pulsate even as the 9 Euro mulled wine circulated through his powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) fear of mohamedians after ramavan. "With a ramp, you can stop anyone you want" he said to himself, out loud.