It seems I've made yet another move...
Purely intollerable, that woman. This City...the raw stinking steaming flesh of it all...I can taste your suffering. It's bitter, and inclosed. Ignorant sins and pain. You know -nothing- of pain, liars, thieves, sinners.
Oh, I could make you hurt...
Another day...this disgraceful pile of wasted suffering...I'm
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