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CITY OF WOMEN -- ILLUSTRATED SCREENPLAY & SCREENCAP GALLERY

We're his chorus, his hula girls, his fiends.

We enhance his show with our passion ...

with our suffering.

I warn this dismal, hollow, worn-out Sultan ...

that we're neither marionettes nor fiends.

We're of this earth ...

but not as mere compost, as he would have us.

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