Death unto all infidels in oil. Guide us o thou genie of the smoke. Lead us to a thousand and one nights. In the perfumed garden of In the perfumed garden of In the perfumed garden of delights
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Death unto all infidels in oil. Guide us o thou genie of the smoke. Lead us to a thousand and one nights. In the perfumed garden of In the perfumed garden of In the perfumed garden of delights