I am the heir to an empire of anchors, rivets and assembly adhesives. I am the only heir. I am the son of the emperor, a ruthless man whom they fear, whom they love, whom I will one day release from duty. I am a prince in the royal court who, while waiting for the succession, dissolves into splendorous excesses. I humiliate myself at every step with my degenerate manner, drunken mind, and crude arrogance. I put my hands under your dress with my questions to which I know the answer. I show you what you want to see or what you would never want to see. I don't know if I need you, you're certainly not necessary. My work, that is, my person, is accounted for by the Creator himself. The Creator that is me.

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