Jake Randolph in "Requiem For A Stripper" Pt. 213

I'm not a man who frightens easily but that was rather unsettling. I ran it over in my mind just how she could've known who I was.

I didn't use my real name at Hoofers or The Giant Clam, other than to Jane. I did at The Pink Pussycat, though. And that's where Nicky Minga works.

That bastard was the linchpin for this whole thing. I'm quite sure Madame Helga knowing who I was came less from some supernatural hocus pocus and more from that two-bit greaseball Minga.

But now I was going to have to be extra careful...