Sinville

A cleancut young man in the town they called Sinville, where the honky-tonks never shut down and where any shame was for sale. A well- dressed, polite young man, wandering the lust- choked alleys and the joints where passion was served around the clock in sin-bottomed glasses. A neat young man, partaking of every wanton joy Sinville had to offer, calling politely on hookers, housewives, and gangland tramps whose passion for money was almost as great as their passion for this respectable, baby-faced bull stud, this hired—