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Igor:
You know this story. The crack if lightning. A mad genius. An unholy creation. The world, of course, remembers the monster, not the man. But sometimes, when you look closely, there's more to a tale. Sometimes the monster is the man.
Igor:
I've been with the circus for as long as I can remember. Circuses like to think of themselves as families. But, of course, each one has its clown.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:52