I need sex.
The work at city hall is making my hair turn gray, yesterday I pulled a white strand out from among my blonde streaks, and if this continues, I'll soon be a wreck of a woman, just like my mother! As a dwarf, I cannot allow old age to catch me so soon. I've barely turned 100 yet!
Hah. Worse yet, no matter where I go on these streets, I always hear "Ophelia this" or "Ophelia that", it's as if these paupers have nothing better to do than curse me behind my back. Frankly, if it weren't for my assistant Mirna, I would have thrown myself off the top of a building.
I also want to understand why these male prostitutes won't accept my money, when I promise to exempt them from any tax for a day so they can do whatever they want! Isn't that enough? You can eat at any restaurant and literally buy anything in this city!
It's disgusting that these young men are greedier than I am, I had no idea that was possible...
