Traded at Birth, Wanted by the Underworld

Vittorio
Of course. Blood on my dock, and your hands in the middle of it.
You are a walking rot, Renata. Everything you touch turns to this.
Whores bring filth wherever they kneel.
End of Chapter 2
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Of course. Blood on my dock, and your hands in the middle of it.
You are a walking rot, Renata. Everything you touch turns to this.
Whores bring filth wherever they kneel.
End of Chapter 2
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