MACHEATH LIVES HERE?
So tell me, is this the place?
Professor Moriarity and Doctor
Mabuse as well? How these
killer names stalk here the
sidewalk, I'll never know.
Every streetlamp along
this way wears a densing
fog - to hide the place
of day.
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All these master criminals, I
grow tired of. The girls are
lovely, yet they tire me out.
These same preposterous
routines become to hard to
take. Leave the bodies, and
and run away, Jake. This
beggar's opera has too many
entrails. Shade this housefront
from Death, with a capital D.
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