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A couple of hard-boiled private dicks go undercover and meet in a gin joint where a double-cross might lead to a little death or an invitation to whistle. You know how to whistle, don't you?

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Maryse

This is such a cool concept, very nicely excecuted as well

Jenny North

The rain spattered down hard against the windows of the bar, not hard enough to wash away the filth and grime outside but maybe hard enough to wash away the blood on the streets from the body of the floozy who'd bought it last night. Her john had made her go down on a thick hard shaft but it had Smith & Wesson written on it and their business transaction finished with a not-so-happy ending made of lead. She was a working girl like the others, a dame with "something extra." My secretary Roxy had volunteered to act as bait but the killer knew what he liked and he had a nose for these things. I knew we needed something more real...or maybe less real. But now after three weeks on the job Jake and I were no closer to catching the guy with our little honey pot scam, although I was starting to think that neither of us were in any hurry for this case to end...

JBBB

I can just imagine them getting so distracted by other men flirting and buying them drinks that they completely forget why they are there undercover. I love how you can see their "guns" poking under their dresses. Another great pic Dov. I hope they take some suspects for interrogation jejejejeje

WedgeFel

I have such a need for old timey sissies!