West-bound To Chicago

Go West, young man.

Atlantic City is now closed. Our travel bar looks a little bare, don't you think? There's been lots of speculation about why the sudden closing of Atlantic City. Does this mean Chicago is closer than we think?

Last month, we were told that it would be another three months until the release of the new city, but recent events seem to be pointing at sooner rather than later. 

All this corruption and jockeying for power sure makes a town a little rough ‘round the edges. Guess it’s true what they say; you can’t ever really go home again. But if you can’t beat’em, join ‘em.

Turning this dump into a class act will take work. And good hooch; the real McCoy. But paying for it is for saps. There’s more than one way to skin a cat.

It’s amazing what power buys you in this city; all the dames, hooch and clams you could want. And respect. Cops are only too happy to look the other way, with all those greenbacks lining their pockets.

Soon my speakeasies were running at maximum capacity. We was runnin’ three trips a week to the border to pick up the booze. Sure I had to protect my investments, but life was good. Then the other families decided they wanted a taste of that good livin’...

I guess I should’ve seen it coming, but doesn’t loyalty mean anything in this business?! Must be time to assert myself. 

<Good question, Zynga, let me know if you find an answer to that one.>

When I reached Pantucci’s office, he was with a dame – a real plump bird wearing too much makeup. He was wearing it now too. His wife wouldn’t be pleased. But then red isn’t really Guido’s color... (Guido ain’t lookin’ so good in red...)