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Dear Sir/Ma'am, Once again, This is Mr.Mykhailo Vladimir from Ukraine. I am re-sending you this note today  04/30/2024 04:36:23 pm as a reminder to my proposal below that I sent to your address:  juanmanuel052017.karlon5@blogger.com on the 15/03/2024 . Due to the instability as a result of the Russia war predicament that has affected my country Ukraine. And as you can see right now that my country Ukraine has become totally displaced. For this reason, I would like to make a proposal to move out some funds directly to you for a Joint Partnership business establishment with you in your country that would possibly yield remarkable results in the near future for us. For more discussion If interested, Please send me an email at; mykhaylovladimir5@gmail.com Or add me on WhatsApp: 380-97-294-7104 Your quick response will be highly appreciated. Thanks with best regards, Mykhailo Vladimir.

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