|Title||Camera in Hock|
Transcript: Another day, no clients. Atlas and Ryan start goin' at it hot and heavy, and all my business dries up. Used to be easy: put the eye on some spliced-up dame's wandering husband and rake in the dough. Now it's got so bad I hadda put my camera in hock at King Pawn. Makes a guy consider splicin' up himself... if I had two dimes to rub together, that is.
Location: On the desk in the office of R. Flanagan in The Hamilton.