There ain't a decent man left in this town, and all the saints turn sinners, you put a bottle in their hand. There's just nowheres left to turn when the cops in this town are as crazy as two waltzing mice, and every fella is nothing but a cool snake in the grass.
When the world turns its back on you, you turn your back on the world. Doesn't matter what people think, doesn't matter what they say. In a city gone bad, who can be blamed for doing the same?
[OOC: Tony is the femme fatale trope in a Film Noir dream. If you talk to him, I'll email you and we can discuss the "role" your character is, in the Film Noir dream world.]