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"Debauched nights, destruction waning. There is a twisted pull to the underbelly. Chaos is sexy, like silk stockings or Bonnie and Clyde.
You can smell it a mile away, like a dog in heat. It draws you from the safety of your sweet calm life. There is an existence beyond the bridge, but it's boring and soulless. We want to murder the light and the routine; dredge the marrow from the bone."