murderiisms:

❝———Takes one to know one, right?❞

       He could’ve figured that out faster. Nothing’s 
       righteous and honest anymore. Nothing’s to
       be trusted. Disappointing, really.

“I  can’t deny that.”  There’s a smirk on  painted
red lips. “–But nobody is perfect, am I right?”

The trollop is a cynic, yet quite amused, in all
honesty. And it’s not just the gin in her system.