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A slender lady, gracefully shaking her hips, walked along the platform along the newly arrived passenger train, following the porter, who was rolling her luggage on the trolley. The men involuntarily stopped their gaze on an attractive, graceful figure like a cello, with elastic breasts swaying in time with their breasts and the sweet, thoughtful face of a blonde. A woman who knew how to present herself, keeping a proud posture and an expression of calm independence on her face. A mysterious smile played on her face, and blue eyes ...
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On the glass-domed aprons of Vienna's central station was crowded. The train arrived fifteen minutes ago from Budapest was preparing to continue its journey to Munich, and then to Strasbourg and then on to Paris itself. Porters with carts scrambled here and there, policemen looked around at the crowd. People who got lost in small groups discussed something and embraced goodbye. The ladies wiped away tears with their handkerchiefs. Everything happened exactly the same way as it happens at all stations in the world, five minutes before ...
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