"The tragically ludicrous, the ludicrously tragic."
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Faster, Pussycat, Shill, Shill.
After things in Gotham City went sour, it got harder and harder for her to make ends meet. Sure, it lacked the glamour of crime, but it had a quiet dignity. She believed that. No, honestly, she did.
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