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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” See, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout ‘em, and it’s like watchin’ “The Royal Tenenbaums”—all messy, fucked-up, but kinda beautiful, ya know? Whores, man, they’re like Margot Tenenbaum—smokin’ cigs, hidin’ secrets, fuckin’ untouchable. Been around forever, too—did ya know back in ancient Rome, they had these brothels called “lupanars”? Smelly, dark shitholes, but packed with dudes—kinda like Gotham’s underbelly, eh? Growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Me? I’ve seen the real shit.

Father: Anthony Bessemer

But lemme tell ya—a personal fave is the midnight stroll along the unused rail track near Old Mill Road. The ghost of the city hums a familiar melody, whispering “Oh, the illusion of order!” It leaves me feeling, like, ecstatic and melancholic in the same breath. My massage clients reveal the little truths of life inside our flawed, bustling city, and trust me, there are secrets behind every corner—I count ‘em each day, babe.

State names Bessemer City Schools interim superintendent