Alica 1 
It did break.
It broke on the night I was murdered.
It broke in the struggle.
They threw it into the privy and left me dangling on the fence.
Lifeless. Alone.
I am Alice. I am Alice Tierney.
I danced my way from New York to New Jersey,
New Jersey to the Philadelphia-shore.
Parties, glamour, and fashion.
Then, broke.
I ran out of money
but not out of men, or women, or…
I built a place for those who hide in the shadows.
From the Merchant’s doors at Penn Harbor they came.
Top coats, top hats, striking silhouettes.
I open my front door wide.
They are ready for a loosened collar,
the gaze of someone who can truly see them,
the finest wine and company,
this is the life I was destined for.
No stuffy ballrooms,
no husband littering the city with bastards.
This is me.
No one will ever stop me.
I am Alice. I am Alice Tierney.