xxx: I remember, at 14 years old I already had the internet, and the brains are not very much yet. I then received a divorce letter from an Arab girl, whose evil people took away the legacy of Popeye, half of which she promised me if I listed her a little money, bla bla... well, I didn’t have any money at the time, but to the girl I felt sympathetic and wrote her a long penetrating letter in which she told her about herself, wished her good luck in the struggle for her legacy and promised that she could write to me at any time, I listened to her and understood. I apologized for my bad English.