Placeholder: she smiles, ready to fight, in dust, rust and blood, her body is covered with cartridge belts a terrible machine gun in her hands, she stands on the hill, the battlefield of Mahabharata, surrounded by deities of all kind fighting with powers and middle age weapons she smiles, ready to fight, in dust, rust and blood, her body is covered with cartridge belts a terrible machine gun in her hands, she stands on the hill, the battlefield of Mahabharata, surrounded by deities of all kind fighting with powers and middle age weapons

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she smiles, ready to fight, in dust, rust and blood, her body is covered with cartridge belts a terrible machine gun in her hands, she stands on the hill, the battlefield of Mahabharata, surrounded by deities of all kind fighting with powers and middle age weapons

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