"Damn it,"
The receptionist mopped the floor and rolled her eyes, "Every couple of days, a new married couple pops up around here, pushing a stroller with their kid, who knows what their name is, Miss something or other; it might be all made up by that Old Geezer Viko anyway.
"The big shots downtown write a couple of self-congratulatory articles, get some publicity on the news for the mess on the outskirts of the city, then put on this pretentious charity ball in fancy hotels, all booze and meat,"
"Those Old Geezers and their ladies stuff themselves with silk and fur at the ball, party all night, then shed a few crocodile tears and stuff all the fundraised money into their own pockets, how typical."
The receptionist spit, "Aside from saving people, these Old Geezers' charity balls do everything else, oh,"
