Sho_Nuff excitedly steps out to make his new announcement.

Ladies and Gentlemen

If you are visiting Philly and need a secured place to conduct some business or just chill, have good food and drinks,  Check out

Pianoman’s Blind Tiger

Located in the Goliath Entertainment Complex.

It’s not your typical speakeasy.

The décor is like none other with a wall-length mahogany bar, rough floorboards of dark wood, exposed brick accent wall, vintage glassware, stamped tin, deep burgundy throw pillows on the couches and dim lighting.  We have private booths, some with curtains to cover the area for complete privacy.

No easy entrance. We have a unique system where you have to divulge a password to the doorkeeper to get in.

You can request your password for yourself, family and friends here on this street corner or obtain one at the front desk of the hotel.

Enjoy an intimate crowd, secure atmosphere and a good time to be had for all.

Sho_Nuff walks off hoping people will check out his new establishment.

A warm hand grasps the shoulder of Sho_Nuff as he walks off. 

"You can take your hand off your piece man, It's just me"

He turns to see a smiling Jay_Sanity behind him

" I figured I'd give your little speakeasy a go. I've got a few stacks to blow and wouldn't mind doing it in style.  so where do I get my password again?"

He crosses his arms, waiting for an answer.

As Sho_Nuff turned to Jay_Sanity

Damn man you fucking startled me. How's it going?

Just hit @HenriDucard up he will take care of you. 

Good seeing you my man and we will definitely take care of your needs. 

Hey there James_Coonan a pleasure as always.  It's nice to see you again.  You know you are always welcome at my place anytime. Just hit HenriDucard up and he will give you the password. 

Hearing of Sho_Nuff's newest venture, and remembering how much she enjoyed visiting the last one, Briya stepped closer on the sidewalk to place a hand on Sho_Nuff's arm. 

"Looks like another place I need to see. In fact, my evening's open later on, and it's a short flight...what do I need to do to secure that password?" She asked with an enthusiastic smile.

Sho_Nuff knew the smell of that sweet perfume before he even looked up.  As he took @Briya hand in his

Hello, there pretty lady what a nice surprise to see you.  I look forward to you visiting Philly again.  We had such a good time.  All you have to do is hit @HenriDucard up and he will give you the password.  He heads security and is in control of the passwords. 

Henri had been tagging along with Sho_Nuff, deciding to stand off to the side in the shadows while Sho introduced Pianoman’s Blind Tiger. The place looked stupendous in Henri's opinion, especially the discreet tables that were curtained off. With a password that changed daily, video surveillance, and their policy of checking weapons at the door, Henri was more than certain that they would be able to keep the place secure. Admittedly, Henri thought to himself, the videos they received from their cameras were extremely low-quality, but they did the trick. Stepping up to the small group of people who had gathered, Henri shot a flare-gun into the air before speaking.

"You heard right folks, please contact me if you're interested in swinging through Pianoman's Blind Tiger - I'll sort you out with the password of the day, and then you'll be all set to enter one of the swankiest new spots this side of Rome."

Henri turned and tugged on Sho's shoulder, whispering. 

"Let's get stepping, that flare might attract some of the wrong kind of attention."

I had to laugh. I can't believe HenriDucard just set a fucking flare off.  We are going to jail for sure. 

Uncle Joe was making his rounds on the streets of South Philly when he noticed some of his friends walking away rather quickly down the street. He made his way for them to inquire about the new gentleman's lounge he had been hearing about in the neighborhood.  As Uncle Joe caught up to them he noticed Sho_Nuff, the proprietor of this new lounge.

"Hey there guys. I saw all youse taking off from the new place. What happened, FBN come snooping around?" Uncle Joe said with a chuckle.

"I been hearing so much about the place I thought I'd come check it out and have a drink. I been hearing there's a password and cameras. That it's a really fancy joint. I gotta say, I ain't too fond of cameras but I still wanna check the place out. I feel like cameras will be used against us and our thing some day but you guys know me, I'm probably just worried about nothing."

Uncle Joe stood there smiling and shooting the shit with his friends just down the block from the club. He could see other men and women of honor he knew pouring in and out of the place in the distance. He thought to himself, it seemed a little too busy for him at the moment.

"I tell youse guys what, it's been nice catching up but I have some things to handle. Why don't you just give me today's password and I'll stop by later on tonight before I head home."

Standing there on the sidewalk in the cool Philadelphia breeze, Henri Ducard gave Uncle Joe the days password as the guys continued to joke around. A few moments and laughs later a police officer walked up on group. 

"You men wouldn't happen to know anything about a flare gun being discharged in the streets would you?" The officer asked.

Standing there looking confused, Uncle Joe spoke up.

"Now do these fine gentleman standing here before you look like they would know anything about a flare gun? Why don't you keep on walking pal."

The officer, realizing who Uncle Joe was, apologized for the misunderstanding and continued on his way. As he began to walk away everyone standing there burst out laughing. Uncle Joe felt in the dark over what was so funny.

"Oh Joe, if you know knew" Henri said, while barely being able to contain himself.

Uncle Joe gave all his friends hugs and said his goodbyes as he made his way down the street to his next appointment. He was on his way to talk to a man about a suit.