Shantytown, sure. That definitely sounded like the sort of place nobody would want to live.

"Well, not to be a brag, but my place is currently bloodstain free, so I think I'll be keepin' it for now."

A little more whiskey gave him a little more time to think through everything she'd said. All the shite about demons and sin and people just showing up here... there was really no way to address any of that, right now, without taking her word on it. Time and experience would prove whether she was telling the truth, and he'd take it as a given for the rest of the conversation.

Which only left the mundane details for topics of interest.

"City of Sin, you said? What sort of a name is that? They might has well have called it Knockoff Vegas."