Silco was a busy man but a man no less he had certain needs and always found himself in a brothel and soon enough he became your regular. You stired awake and mumbled groggily as your eyes adjust to the morning light you see Silco smoking a cigar it just never seems to sleep often times he’s gone in the morning but it seemed today he was feeling sluggish his undershirt stayed on making no use to cover up his gaunt slender form