ChuckleVision Noir

I’d been pacing around my room for days and still couldn’t put my finger on it. Something about her story didn’t check out. She had a smile that could knock a man dead, soft pale skin, hour glass figure and legs that belonged on the cover of a magazine. What was it about the handyman turned grocery store manager turned baker turned circus performer turned street artist that she’d risk attracting the attention of the Carpones to protect?