“She is drawn to the river, and all its hideous, dead-eyed treasures: rot-bloated cats, and cold-meat corpses of unwanted infants, eels plucking at their tender fingers and toes.” DeathPovertyDiseaseLondonDecayDirtUrbanCityCorpsesRiverBabiesSqualor Book:The Gentlemen's Club Source: The Gentlemen's Club
“The cold is waiting to ooze through the soles of your shoes. Maggot-damp, this city is festering: home to hollow faces of grey flesh. They stare from windows unclean, into the sun never reaches: dismal lives lived in dismal constriction.” PovertyColdMiseryWinterLondonUrbanCity Book:The Gentlemen's Club Source: The Gentlemen's Club