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Rating: The Sentinelese tribe does not want close encounters of the third kind.
Pointed spears, poisoned arrows. Visceral blood. Mocking laughter and demonic smiles.
Westernized tribalism under the socialist lash is a place of understanding, meeting, and assistance.
Here, in a lost Bengali island, the strictest protectionism prevails, bloody and radical.
These primitives of Marxism, while killing and glorifying death, listen to the Sial.
The Singaporeans accept their rite. In the core of dismay, in the nourished clamor and skirmish.
The women incite the warriors.
De-urbanized, de-localized social centers.
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