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Jodie 2022-03-26 09:01:12
Love the name of the movie, Dangerous Beauty. The story is a bit of a red rose and a white rose. Men like red roses but wish they were surrounded by white roses; women obviously want to be red roses, but they have to pretend to be white roses and then "despise" the character they actually admire and admire. In the end, a woman's beauty and intelligence are...
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Freeda 2022-03-26 09:01:12
Very good story, the characters are well shaped and weak! Feminine view? porn? drama? Neither side was...
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Crystal 2022-03-26 09:01:12
I don't know why I am moved by such love, although those poems make me unable to understand, but...
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Lesly 2022-03-26 09:01:12
The ending is a little weird, but it's still...
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Keegan 2022-03-26 09:01:12
She could see her own destiny clearly when she was most popular, but she was just reluctant to love her lover. Much like Sai Jinhua's experience, when is a woman not a second...
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Ferne 2022-03-26 09:01:12
Only for her strength and...
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Graciela 2022-03-25 09:01:19
It turns out that it is really possible to be both XX and XX. Well, I kind of steal the concept = = But at the end, so many high-level PKs come forward and I am still embarrassed. It is too idealistic. Sure enough, Courtesan was a cultural fashion in that era, and it cannot be equated with modern concepts? PS: Are you sure this heroine is not Serena's sister in...
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Winfield 2022-03-25 09:01:19
I recommended it because of the movie. I was looking forward to it. How should I say...
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Monroe 2022-03-25 09:01:19
I felt a little sad all of a sudden. Many movies that I have seen before are now turned out, and some of the plots have been...
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Electa 2022-03-25 09:01:19
You've already made chicken, why are you still...
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.
