L.A. Noire

It was a dusky night in a dirty city when the Console Obscura
boys got together for a good ol' jaw-jaw about crime, punishment,
moody jazz, and leggy dames - the kind with legs that go all the
way up.


Because if they didn't that would be weird.


Dizzy dames - the kind that should probably take a dramamine and
sit down, maybe have a glass of water.


The kind that got mixed up with washed up no-good palookas with
bad luck in spades. 


The kind you find in... L.A. Noire...