krey M. Kilavuz haremlik in Constantinople at the time of Suleiman the Magnificent (Take I)
would be unlikely to try to get an idea of \u200b\u200bthe Turks of the sixteenth and seventeenth century in the light of the characters that Molière staged in 'The bourgeois gentleman', directly inspired by the stories of the Chevalier D'Arvieux, said the helmsman .
said that over Uskudar between the villages of Marmara and the Black Sea M. Krey Kilavuz still a few known as the Kraken fornicate the Sultan, in the jargon Sultaninovk Putnik K, peels off a piece of the sacred Golden Horn, and with just a bunch of mustache concealed the holy right hand reached out to the new head shaved and Grimaldina Istanbul.
is falling into the Bosphorus.
Prontissimo Admiral Kasim Pasha does fall into a cell with hyperbaric Ernest H. Good Two who collects the body of KP and shows part of the arsenal of the old crew, the sailors of centonovantenni stuffed and genetically manipulated.
(The piece of horn was the victim of an incorrigible exhibitionist tuna Jewish survivor from the former lines of Crocean octave.)
Kp is one that can appreciate. -Some of them came back well in life, said the Neapolitan children.
(those same children exchanged that day, even this libricciolo with my Rottweiler)
Kp wants to talk with Suleiman the Magnificent now wants to see him immediately.
In Constantinople is impossible, reinforced by public works, S. Sofia is about to become a mosque, the Sultan also wants at all costs, restores the optical fiber, just navigate to early Christian rhythms. Meanwhile, a subordinate of the Cadi
send a letter hidden in a crate Glenturret, Highland Single Malt Scotch, containing a digital photo of the head of the Grand Vizier of the Sultan.
Kasim Pasha off the Camel soft between the buttocks of KP and sling at the helm of the vessel.
KP urine neurotic between the hawser and the spike. He wants to stay on the ground.
_Mai!, Meets Karim, never!, You're a Kraken, is likely to take it up the ass!
_Hai finished though, I have to shit! KP responds, Karen Petrillo, his grandfather, a breezy afternoon San Buceto. (Never will not continue).
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