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Ameana, the ran-through slut, asked for ten-thousand from me, that somewhat ugly-nosed bitch, poor Formianus' sweetheart. Relatives, those who might care, call upon friends and doctors: The girl's insane, she doesn't know to look in the mirror. Ameana puella defututa tota milia me decem poposcit, ista turpiculo puella naso, decoctoris amica Formiani. propinqui, quibus est puella curae, amicos medicosque convocate: non est sana puella, nec rogare qualis sit solet aes imaginosum.
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