These squatters aren’t just aliens, drifters and undesirables. They’re new world barbarians, conquering free spaces and making them their own.

We build up celebrities easily here. They tower above us on the public screens: huge and terrifying and out of our reach.

My face is expressionless: a thing of stone. I’m mastering this moment. She won’t see anything but what I show her.

They are all cheap copies and every one of them is forgotten.

Men see beauty wherever they can get it. But that’s the allure of the Red Light Princess. Like any good whore, she’s whoever you want her to be.

Hannibal knew your beauty was trouble. Only bad things could come from such a pretty girl. You were made for temptation. You would be a source of jealousy and greed. Men would lust, plot and kill to claim you as their own. He decided to place you in the public domain and donate your body to the pimps as a gift to the people.

Death doesn’t end our devotion. It only makes it stronger.

That girl has done things to your head.'He pats my back, 'Don’t pretend she’s not crawling inside of yours.

These poor girls are just bad impersonators. They look cheap, really. There’s nothing special about them. They are just reaching out to get noticed. They don’t want to be invisible anymore. They don’t want to get lost in crowds.

She knew every single one of us. Gave us the chance to share in her bed. We all took comfort that she was here and we were not alone. The princess had nothing but love to give.