Content? Fulfilled? Do you deserve more? Is the world's love meant for us? Is wealth meant for everyone on earth? Can we

Content? Fulfilled? Do you deserve more? Is the world's love meant for us? Is wealth meant for everyone on earth? Can we heal people's cities? There's no point in talking too much; we can't grow right before people's eyes. We are natural, we are simple. My family are two-time French boxing champions; I am an ex-soldier, a world champion, a legend. I am that savage, that killer, that assassin, that music number one; I am the love of the world's prophecy. I don't mix with just anyone, even though everyone loves me. You know who doesn't like me? Those who have something to reproach themselves for—and we don't like that. We have nothing to reproach ourselves for; we have a clear conscience. We are the ones who will always be there through it all, in every moment of life, carrying each other on our shoulders, supporting and standing by one another, forever united. We stand in solidarity—with our best girlfriends, our best aunts, our best grandmothers, and our great-grandmothers. We are the "Boss" nation; we are accomplished managers; we embody relativism; we are all people with good hearts—unlike those who might take advantage of the situation. After all, not everyone shares the same mindset or approach. I assure you—I guarantee it—that if you offer me the same assurance, I wish you paradise on earth; I wish for you to attract love—though do watch out for asbestos! Ladies, you are beautiful—truly—but beware of your temperaments; that is precisely why we don't get married. We would love to make love to women all our lives, to live out our days in the city with our sweethearts without having to ask any questions—otherwise, there is no point in even opening one's mouth. May the lovers rest in peace; may the troubles of the future be laid to rest; may the future be virtuoso; may the future be sensational.