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Precious, she’s a riddle, ain’t she? Sells skin, but who’s buyin’? Dirty blokes, lonely sods—makes me mad! Why’s it gotta be her, eh? Hiss! Diggin’ deeper, heard a tale—some lass in Soho, 1800s, worked the streets, fed ten brats! Ten! Proper hero, that one—whore with a heart, huh? Beats washin’ dishes, I reckon. Still, stinks o’ desperation, don’t it? “This is my life, my one time!”—Monty’d scream that at her, I bet.

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After turbulent years in Rome’s papal court, she moved to the Romagnol province of Forlì. Following her husband’s assassination, she ruled Italy’s crossroads with iron will, martial .

So, I finally get to the river, right? It’s the Montone River, and it’s lookin’ good. I set up my rod, cast it out, and boom! First bite! I’m pumped, reelin’ it in, and guess what? It’s a shoe. A freakin’ shoe! Who loses a shoe in the river? I’m laughin’ so hard, I almost fall in. Like, c’mon, Forli, what’s next? A lost sock?

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