"Hell yeah," answered the Irishman. "We're all set to retire and open a whore-house in the City of Angels."
Cal smiled. "Good idea. We could always use another whorehouse down there."
"Actually, old boy," said the Englishman, tapping off the ash from his thin cigar, "it's to be a rather exclusive bordello-- no hoi polio allowed."
(Amargosa Ambush)
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