A guy named Monty Brogan is going to prison. He’s an Irish-American fireman’s kid from Brooklyn’s Bay Ridge neighborhood who got into a ritzy Manhattan private school, got himself mixed up with drugs and gangsters, got rich, and got busted. Now, this slick-looking player, with the sharp goatee and nice …
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