In the future, we will recognize sex workers as the royalty they are.

Who's going to visit me tonight during my show (with their paying friends)? The Snake Pit is far too classy to have an Easter theme tonight, so it'll be the same talented girls without any of God's wrath for the sacrilege.

What dreary, miserable weather. It's depressing.

I need a pick-me-up.

( You wanted to get somewhere so badly you had to lose yourself along the way. You change your name, but that's okay. It's necessary. And what you leave behind you don't miss anyway. )