Scoparono insieme, ma ognuno giocava la sua stessa

This town is afraid of me. I saw its true face. The streets are an extension of the sewers. When the accumulated filth of lust foams up to their waists, all the whores and thugs will look up and squeal, "We changed our minds, we'll pay the debt!" And I'll whisper: "No." The night reeks of fornication and a guilty conscience, which means it's time for me to go out hunting...