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Dost thou see it? She’s a riddle, a rose with thorns aplenty. I’d muse, “Perchance she’s freer than us,” ‘cos she spits at shame. “I am a man,” Solomon said, but she’d say, “I am a storm!” - an’ I’d believe her, mate. Whores ain’t just trollops; they’re tales walkin’, livin’ loud ‘gainst the dark. What say thee? Ain’t that a bloody marvel?

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Briefly let us refresh our memories of these three plays. In 'Tis Pity She's a Whore, Giovanni and Annabella, son and daughter of a substantial citizen of Parma.

Later, I decided to grab some food at a bistro on Rue de la Libération. I ordered a burger, and it was massive. Like, I’m talking a tower of meat and cheese. I was so happy, but then I realized I had no napkins. I was like, “Great, just great.” I ended up using my neon sweater to wipe my hands. Fashion statement? More like fashion disaster.

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