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Jasen 2022-03-21 09:03:01
Dangerous Beauty?
Comparatively speaking, I still like the name Dangerous Beauty. The movie name in English translation is always weird. Peerless Prostitute - very sweet name, but a bit vulgar. Beauty and disaster - completely irrelevant to the movie.
Dangerous Beauty, I really liked the scene at the beginning of... -
Salvador 2022-01-17 08:02:16
Introduction to historical figures
This is a relatively well-known figure in Italian history, similar to Li Shishi or Su Xiaoxiao in our country.
Veronica Franco (born in Venice in 1546) was an Italian Renaissance poet and the most famous prostitute of her time.
Veronica is the daughter of Pietrianas, an intellectual prostitute, who...
Catherine McCormack
Performing Experience
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Alphonso 2022-04-24 07:01:22
happy ending is not scientific! The title party, the plot reversal in the film is really true. . It's simple enough; the heroine is not as sexy as she imagined, and her eyes are too dramatic; but men are all better looking than each other~ In ancient times, famous prostitutes were a good job, whether Chinese or foreign
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Misael 2022-03-24 09:03:20
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Veronica Franco: I confess that as a young girl I loved a man who would not marry me for want of a dowry. I confess I had a mother who taught me a different way of life, one I resisted at first but learned to embrace. I confess I became a courtesan, traded yearning for power, welcomed many rather than be owned by one. I confess I embraced a whore's freedom over a wife's obedience. I confess I find more ecstacy in passion than in prayer. Such passion is prayer. I confess I pray still to feel the touch of my lover's lips. His hands upon me, his arms enfolding me... Such surrender has been mine. I confess I pray still to be filled and enflamed. To melt into the dream of us, beyond this troubled place, to where we are not even ourselves. To know that always, this is mine. If this had not been mine-if I had lived any other way-a child to her husband's will, my soul hardened from lack of touch and lack of love... I confess such endless days and nights would be a punishment far greater than you could ever mete out. You, all of you, you who hunger so for what I give yet cannot bear to see that kind of power in a woman. You call God's greatest gift-ourselves, our yearning, our need to love-you call it filth and sin and heresy... I repent there was no other way open to me. I do not repent my life.