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da... imi aduc aminte ca am vazut primele 5 minute din film, dar niciodata pana la sfarsit...
Trebuie vazut pana la sfarsit.
habar nu aveam de acest film...mi l-am luat de pe net si abia satept sa il vad...chiar nu stiam de el!
hmm curious...
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