A fine gentleman stood before his new headquarters. Raphael had given him the nod to get a kick in the ass, also known as setting up his own shop. Yet, that meant he needed to work overtime. His friend had taught him a lot about the ropes around here, even though he felt it was mostly common sense. The tricky part was being a social man, he always saw himself as someone who only spoke when needed. Time to learn new tricks, even old dogs can learn them.

Well, it was time to open for business. He pulled on the tarp that covered the sign and it read, The Gentlemen's Club. A little old lady stared up and frowned at him. He chuckled and shook his head.

"No, ma'm, that isn't the kind of club this here is. It's a suit shop for the finest of gentlemen!"

Her eyes widened and then she apologized. The next few days he would be busy getting the suits set up in the windows and looking for good people to hire on. Yet, his doors were open now and only the best quality of men or women would be walking through the door. These suits were for no other than the fine gentlemen and ladies, skirts of course for them.

“Congratulations, Sir. I wish you the best of luck in your endeavors.”

After many days of thought and BMLs departure to New York, I have thought of who would be moving to South Philly to fill the district. 

​​​​​​Many respectable names crossed my desk and it is always hard to choose one amongst many. But I decided to go with my gut, and go with someone i know was not particularly after the title, but someone I can still trust. A gentleman, a man of loyalty and his word.

Congratulations Suitup, I know you will make South Philly shine as your fancy suits do!

Make me proud!

Sure did make you proud.

Like he made the city proud.... 21 messages sent out to associates and fellow mobsters.  Never in his life came to the streets.

People like my Father who walked this place for over 50 hours a week told to step aside for some bum who is here for 10 hours a week, sat in some dark derelict shop stitching cloth like some jambroni punk ass.

Reading the last will and testament my Father wracked himself for destroying the trust Zangeif had in him.

There is a worthwhile city head if there every was one.  What have you brought to Philly so far?  Much like Shutup Suitup nothing, nada.

Another family line in the way of BML saw through your ineptness and managed to escape.

My father managed to escape with a fuck off big smile on his face.  I'm smiling now.

You have caused the death of several family lines now who are stalwarts in this world of ours all because you act like your name sake.

Slow and steady doesn't win the race here turtle.  Slow and steady you get overtaken.

Philly is currently a shit stain on this map but for the fact you have a bastion of light in Zangeif and Mouse.

Shit breeds shit and you're a top breeder, you know I'm not alone in attacking you and your decisions.  Your bg's look funny, best they retire themselves over the coming days.  In fact, best you retire yourself but then again.... no one would notice.

Loves and kisses the clown family.

Furious were in to gratulate SuitUp but were very surprised to see hes gone nearly the same time he were appointed to set up his vrew. It was also sad to read about all shit happened in Philly with guns shooting around like it was a new war in there.

He slowly moved himself out in the shadows again so he didnt get involved in this crazyness in Philly.

If only thinking you deserve something actually meant you did, Flaccid. The way you handled things makes you look shittier than your image of Philly. Take care though. Don't need people with that mindset here anyway.

I'm confused here Tenacity.  Are you talking about me a common thug who obviously deserves nothing or my Father?

Can't speak exactly for him as he is dead but what I can say is he played a good honest life, saw something which he though wasn't right and acted upon it rather than die in his sleep.

We are mobsters at the end of the day - possession is nine tenths of the law, live like a quiet suit stitching hermit, die with a shot to the face if you are given something which you are unable to defend.

Have a swell swill time over there, glad you realise your swimming in turtle shit.  I know my future ancestors will always be in a position to take action when its required and the like of yours... well maybe I could throw you a few dimes and you could stitch me a nice pair of pants?