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It is 1852, and the rates of the London poor have doubled. Within the bloated darkness of the truly amazing St. Giles Rookery, dropped females entice the fragrant dandies of the West-End right into a vicious group of venality, mirror, and vice.Edmund Whitty, reporter for The Falcon, the townis second best incredible tabloid, creates whichever may promote the audience, postpone his (significantly bodily) lenders, and provide him with all the alcohol and opiates necessary to observe him during the day. His newest success was to provide a title for the fiend in human form that has killed an unclear quantity of hookers with a white cotton scarf: Chokee Bill.