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Franco 2023-09-30 17:06:28
Hollywood, as always, has raised the issue to feminist heights. However, in the face of Venice,...
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Bret 2023-07-28 13:36:44
No matter what you do, there must be a...
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Johnnie 2023-06-06 06:16:18
Emotions go too fast. Poetry does not understand at...
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Lesly 2022-12-20 12:55:10
I thought it was pretty good, and the testimony was also very...
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Alexis 2022-12-03 18:16:33
Although there are all kinds of strange places in the setting, it is really an interesting...
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Destin 2022-09-20 17:15:06
That part of the court was quite...
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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...
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Deontae 2022-04-24 07:01:22
The woman who controls her own destiny, the part of the ending is...
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Donavon 2022-04-24 07:01:22
I was attracted by the romantic style at the beginning, and then the romance went on all the...
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Gracie 2022-04-24 07:01:22
Political prostitute. The word female is really not...
Dangerous Beauty Comments
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Veronica Franco: There's not a man in Venice I can't have.
Marco Venier: And there's not a woman in Venice I can't have.
Veronica Franco: You cannot have me.
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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.
