"When the Hollywood Golden reopened, the only people interested in its abandoned carnival ambiance were hookers and ghost hunters, along with a few lost souls hiding from jilted lovers and the police. Froehlich had once visited in the company of a hooker who always brought her pet Gila monster along in her purse. The lizard escaped the bag, crawled onto the bed, and bit Froehlich on a tender area at a particularly frantic moment.
"He'd had a soft spot in his heart for the Hollywood Golden ever since."
--The Wrong Dead Guy by Richard Kadry