Sanada:
Here I am worried about a total stranger's health. Sometimes I have to admit I'm some kind of angel.
Matsunaga:
A dirty, stinking angel.
Sanada:
Huh! Your filthy minds always imagine angels come looking like dance hall girls, but they're like me.
Matsunaga:
Shut up, pain in the ass.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:50