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“I have a hunch that most of the money laundering or theft happens during state funerals or the creation of commissions or institutions. All these new laws and initiatives they introduced. All the things they do seem to be about stealing money and laundering funds. The intent is not to serve or help the public, but is to help themselves in government funds.”

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