Coy behind a marble lion, she seduced tourists in the square, no bashful burn behind the mask to match the colour of her hair. She was Casanova’s doxy, a carnival Columbina, until she packed herself away in tissue for another year. Then she merged into the shadows of the bridges and the alleys with her […]
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