Underworld characters closed in on Jackson from all sides. But the
whores got there first, pressing their wares so hard against Jackson he
couldn’t tell whether they were soliciting or trying to dispose of surplus
merchandise. The pickpockets were trying to break through. The muggers waited
at the door. Everyone else watched him, curious and attentive.
“That’s
my money,” a big whiskey-headed ex-pug shouted, pushing through the crowd
toward Jackson. “That mother— has done picked my pocket.”
Someone
laughed.
“Don’t
let that joker scare you, honey,” one of the whores encouraged.
Another
one said, “That raggedy stud ain’t had two white quarters since Jesus was a
child.”
A.K.A
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