The greater New York City area then. No guidos breaking fingers and legs for stealing Italian sausage, I assume.

Whatever floated the guy's canoe surely paid off. Apocalyptic ingenuity.

You have to keep the bitch warm and stinking somehow. Priorities. And the gimps needed new collars anyway.

The average hardcore psycho gangster trying to live the life, trying to set an example with a roast - they must have been really pissed.