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Panel #1
The air is thick with smoke, the night is creeping up on the city and here I am. Washed out, sober, without cash. Despite my endless charms, my spotless hygiene, my incredibly suave smile I am still without a lady red... or a Sir red, if it's a Tuesday. I spend my days, here, at the rotten clam, desperate for a job in a economy that's as dead as my mothers pets. (My mother is dead to, but comparing her to the economy would be blasphemous.) All I have is this super swag skull mask I cannot remove, my wits and about 2000 dollars worth of crispy Ralphs nacho bars. Worst investment ever by the way.

Oh.

And possibly my profession, that can help with the money.