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Me, I think, “What ruin everything?” like in movie. Whore ruin men, or men ruin whore? Both, maybe. She dance, she tease, she cry alone later. I see her once, rain pourin, she smokin cigarette—look like ghost. “The world is silent,” film say. Her world silent too, nobody hear her.

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The Caroline dramatist John Ford, like a number of his contemporaries and predecessors, shows a clear interest in Italy in a number of his works.

Finally, I get to the office on Market Place. I’m already late, and my coffee’s cold. Ugh! I walk in, and my team’s buzzing. They’ve got that look—y’know, the “we’ve got news” look. Turns out, we landed a massive client! I’m like, “Yesss!” Pumped, right? But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my mate Dave. He’s stuck at the Bolsover Castle. Apparently, he thought it’d be a good idea to take a selfie with the castle and got locked in the gift shop. Classic Dave!

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