Cut and her husband Paste, both Criminal Cats, roamed Van Ness late one evening looking for new opportunities. They needed to launder their counterfeit cash.
Paste stopped with a jerk. “Look! There’s a sports bar with all kinds of smokers at the door. Let’s go in,” he said to his wife.
“What?” said Cut. “I thought we were going to find a couple drug dealers near City Hall?”
“No, no, no! After that last election, gambling, smoking and beer are the only tax revenue California can count on!” said Paste. “Drugs are illegal!”
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