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December 07, 2004

 

When you are a fighter pilot you have the chance to see everything from above. So where do you fly on a hot sunny day in the summer? Near the ebach of course, so you have the chance to look at women in bikinis. And when you see someone you really like, what do you do? You want to get your plane down as quickly as possible.

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