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Let's see... a divorce, and a harem. A quiet, over-libidinous harem... full of physicists... gorgeous ones, who double as bodyguards, with handguns in thigh holsters and miniskirts so short, they could carry a change of clothes in a matchbox... To protect me and my billions of dollars earned through gun-running and arms dealing. That's a start. Oh yeah, and I want my own religion, one that comes with promiscuous 21-year old norwegian altar-girls.
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