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So, I’m in Soho—grimy streets, neon buzzin’. This bird, right, she’s leanin’ on a lamppost, skirt hiked up. I’m thinkin’, “What’s her play?”—all theatrical, like Caden Cotard’s mad life. I saunter over, grin sharp as a blade. “Fancy a mischief?” I ask, all charm. She laughs—rough, smoky, real. “Tenner for a quickie,” she says. Tenner! I’m gobsmacked—thought it’d be pricier, ya know?

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It is later revealed that he never even knew his father, who ditched Rorschach's mom before he was born and was possibly just one of his prostitute mother's many customers.

So there it is, dude – my wild, messed up, heart-beatin’ Rorschach. A raucous mix of chaos, beauty, and big, bold surprises, just like that flick, Melancholia – “Do you feel like you're being swallowed by a black hole of destiny, brother?” Hell yeah, and we’re lovin’ every damn minute! Come on over and join the ride, man!

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