No wait, I’m going to opium dens! Yes, opium dens -
dens of vice and
criminal hangouts, Mother. I’ve joined the Hogan gang. I’m a hired assassin, I carry a tommy gun in a violin case! I run a string of cat houses in the Valley! They call me Killer, Killer Wingfield. I lead a double life, a simple honest warehouse worker by day and by night a dynamic czar of the underworld, mother! I go to gambling casinos, spin away fortunes on the roulette table! I wear a patch over one eye and a false moustache, sometimes put on green whiskers. On those occasions people call me – El Diablo! Oh, I could tell you things to make you sleepless! My enemies plan to dynamite this place. They’re going to blow us all sky-high some night! I’ll be glad, very happy, and so will you! You’ll go up, up on a broomstick, over Blue Mountain with seventeen gentlemen callers, you ugly, babbling, old witch!
criminal hangouts, Mother. I’ve joined the Hogan gang. I’m a hired assassin, I carry a tommy gun in a violin case! I run a string of cat houses in the Valley! They call me Killer, Killer Wingfield. I lead a double life, a simple honest warehouse worker by day and by night a dynamic czar of the underworld, mother! I go to gambling casinos, spin away fortunes on the roulette table! I wear a patch over one eye and a false moustache, sometimes put on green whiskers. On those occasions people call me – El Diablo! Oh, I could tell you things to make you sleepless! My enemies plan to dynamite this place. They’re going to blow us all sky-high some night! I’ll be glad, very happy, and so will you! You’ll go up, up on a broomstick, over Blue Mountain with seventeen gentlemen callers, you ugly, babbling, old witch!
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