
Born to a prostitute in 1887, I've been through some shit, man, seen some things....Anyhow...I fled England after the murder of an officer and chilled in America slicing up some prostitutes for a while, but then I got a bad case of guilt and checked into an Asylum, so I hung there till I set it on fire, then I lived in the Occularis for a while, now I just exist
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