L is for LURID NIGHTCLUB
The strip was active all right, it
was a veritable midway alley of hard liquor and games of chance. Every garish
neon sign, animated and not, beaming its licentious potential to every broken
heart, frayed morality or simply life-weary individual who dared to take a
gander.
The Widow’s Den, The Voodoo
Room, The Ticklish Tiki, The Puce Platypus; each housed their own brand of
debauchery and a devoted clientele of hoodlums, chumps and holster hounds
waiting for the next job offer or cheap thrill
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