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A touching dirge of a wandering artist
Sophia 2022-03-24 09:02:11
At the end of the film, Zambano heard that Jessomina, who had been cruelly abandoned by him, kept playing the tune he taught him until he died in a nameless country. The remaining conscience stirred up the guilt and surging, sobbing almost collapsed, paralyzed. Falling down on the beach by the sea. Are you regretting, regretting, and repenting for the precious and hard-to-find true love that was destroyed and buried with your own hands, or for the fate of a wandering artist who died in an unknown corner like a wild dog. Grief?
Extended Reading
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Prostitute: Wool? This ain't no wool! I could stick my toes through it.
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Prostitute: What line of work are you in?
Zampanò: I'm a traveling artist. This is my sidekick. I taught her everything. When I took her on, she couldn't even quack.