My dear, diluted Luciden, indeed you give those that find you nothing
more then a joke something else to laugh about.

On another note, my information came from a second hand source, that got
it first hand from either you or your sales associates. If you wish to
cover your ass, keep the lips of those around you shut. However,
interesting enough you mention my post as being a 'cry for help' or a
'plee for attention' when that's exactly what you and your little
friends are doing.

I don't think you've ever hid the fact that you use the realms as
nothing but a way to get your jollies off, always sitting in a manse for
countless amounts of time.. with countless amounts of people, just like
the rest of your chums. You're worthless to your city, and a skid mark
on Lusternian society all together.

If your ridiculous past really has your mind in such a chaotic mess, go
find help. Personally, I'm sick of your attention wanting ways. "Oh no,
I was raped when I was smaller, what ever shall I do? I know! I'll start
a brothel." Yes.. very professional.

And no, Luciden, you hear no hint of jealousy. I've spent my time around
you, and every month my pitty for you grew. All you could talk about was
a certain.. need. You never did anything else. That's why I call you a
whore, and now a prostitute.

If you expect ANYONE in this realm to believe that customers of your
little paradise pay YOU to talk, your stupidity runs as deep as Revan's
ego. For one.. you're only good for one thing. Two, your conversation
skills are about as good as a moose on the mountains.

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Vestian, in the year 201 CE.