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Joe Carney, the King of the Hoboes, is getting used to the scene in his own fashion. He's been central to the RFG's takeover of St. Roch's gambling circles. Move in a little ahead of the others, use his talents to ensure the loyalty of the local muscle and riverfront prostitutes, and set things up so no one could resist them when they made their move on the Yangtze.
And weren't the crimelords surprised when they tried to flex their muscle, and found there was no backbone to it?

Today, he's right where he's really the most comfortable. In some old clothes among the hoboes and street folk, running the show from the bottom.