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Sacred Haven of Debauchery

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As a child, A loved to secretly throw rotten apples at the carriages passing by his house. Over time, his perspective changed, and he realized that it was better to sell the rotten apples and make a profit. Soon, A opened his small vegetable shop and earned a decent income for a merchant, although customers always found a rotten fruit at the bottom of the bag. He successfully married a beautiful girl and doubled his capital. Everything changed when a fire broke out in his shop one day, and his beloved wife, who was working there that day, for some reason, could not escape. It became clear that this was a malicious act, and A lost everything overnight...
Those who are lucky don't marry like that.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers