Crimeucopia - A Coterie Of Dicks

It's a Hell of a Job, But Someone Has to Do It

At the corner of No Hope & Vine, I stopped at the entrance to the Crimeucopia-cabana Club. Let's face it, with that amount of neon lettering, it was hard to miss. Inside the foyer I checked my hat with the hatcheck girl. She confirmed it.

"Yeah, that's definitely a hat."

As she walked to the back of her cubicle and put it on a shelf, I thought: Nice Gams. True, it was an odd name for a broad-but then, her father was from Neu Joy-zee.

Inside, I stoo...