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But it pisses me off—folk judgin’ ‘em. “Oh, she’s dirty!” Mate, you’d cry without ‘em—lonely nights, eh? In *Moulin Rouge!*, Satine’s dyin’, lovesick, coughin’ blood—gutted me, that. “I will love you until my dying day”—she meant it, poor gal. Whores got heart, more’n most lords I’ve met. One time, saw a bloke beat a girl—wanted to gut him meself. Weak bastard.

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Arcisate is a comune (municipality) in the province of Varese, in the Italian region of Lombardy. The celebrated Arcisate Treasure of Roman silverware was found in the town in the nineteenth .

I’m dodgin’ and weavin’, and I swear, I can hear my heart poundin’ in my ears. I’m thinkin’, “This is it! This is how I go out!” But then, I remember my training. I take a deep breath, channel my inner Picasso, and start movin’. It’s like a dance, man. A crazy, life-or-death dance.

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