When dollar bills flutter from a boat deck in Chicago’s Playpen, they’ll float for a while before they sink, Captain Enoch Morgan tells me as a group of women twerk nearby to “Looking for the Hoes (Ain’t My Fault),” by Sexyy Red, singles tucked into their bikini tops.
“We had somebody do a scuba dive because somebody had lost their phone,” Morgan says. “Didn’t find their phone, but they found a drone, a $20 bill, and a pair of Gucci sunglasses.”
