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“Strizza, non timore o altro sentimento più nobile, strizza ‒ mi caco sotto. (Abbondantemente, a fiotti, e non è un buon segno.) La tragedia suscita compassione, la tremarella soltanto il riso.”

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Book:Scuola di nudo
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