Tables. Chairs. The cavernous place is dimly lit and full of smoke. Some men. About fifteen. They’re rowdy, drinking, eating, fighting. The room looks like a shelter for madmen, bums, alcoholics, violent men and gangsters. When, all of a sudden... Ecce mulier.
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