His name is Tony, a one-handed tico giant, the boss of the taxis. I had an unfortunate, but blissfully brief encounter with him.
Girls around the SL would frequently ask me why I rarely go into the HDR. I stated on a couple occasions that, "if there are gates to Hell, one of them is inside the HDR." Apparently the wry joke was circulated and found its way to ears that didn't welcome them.
I laughed off the confrontation when Tony said, "hello Paul... I'm Tony. Welcome to the gates of Hell." I laughed it off. Onward through the gates, then.
My sidekick, a new guy I didn't know and I were seated in the lobby bar, when a cartel girl strolled up. My young newbie pal fairly drooled. Her sights however were on me. She ordered up a Johnnie Walker Black, I countermanded with the Red Label, she pouted... I passed her off to newbie.
From what I could hear, standing outside the gate smoking...they had a mighty fine encounter. Wailing and hollering and everything...

As she left, I asked when would be my turn....
"It was supposed to have been tonight."