Matteo személy

“I don’t want to hurt you, Crow,” Matteo said.
“And why not? Because I might hurt you back?”
“Because… you’re a girl,” he said.
[…]
“Take hold of your fucking jewels,” she said. “Maybe your mother raised you to treat us all as delicate flowers, maybe you’re just thinking with your cock. But there are no girls on the sand. No mothers or daughters. Sons or fathers. Only enemies. You spend a moment worrying about what’s between your opponent’s legs you’ll find your head parted from your body. And what good will your fool cock do you then?”

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