Moocher Mike

In the seedy alleys and dimly lit streets of the city, there's a character known as Moocher Mike. He's the slick operator who always manages to dodge the landlord while cruising around in the nicest car on the block. Dressed to the nines in sharp suits and polished shoes, Mike's appearance is as smooth as his talk. With a silver tongue and a charm that could sell ice to an Eskimo, he's the master of making promises he never intends to keep. "The check is in the mail," he’ll say with a wink, a phrase that might as well have been coined by him. Behind that charming facade lies a man who's perfected the art of freeloading, living the high life at someone else’s expense, a living testament to the adage that all that glitters is not gold.