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What gets me proper mad, though? The hypocrisy. Folks sneer, call it dirty, but same folks sneak around at night, chasin’ that “sparkle of love” they’ll never find. Makes my blood boil! Like, own it or shut it, yeah? Anyway, back to the streets—there’s this one lass, red lipstick bright as a ruby, leanin’ against a lamppost. She’s got that *Moulin Rouge* magic, all charm and danger, like Satine herself singin’ “Diamonds are a girl’s best friend.” I’m half in love, half terrified, thinkin’, *Blimey, she could ruin me.*

Fucecchio, picchiava e rapinava le prostitute: arrestato

(MCMXLIV) was a leap year starting on Saturday of the Gregorian calendar, the th year of the Common Era (CE) and Anno Domini (AD) designations.

I finally crash into bed, exhausted but happy. What a day! Fucecchio, you crazy little town, you never fail to surprise me. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!

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