creep joint n.
1. (US, also creep) a lowdown dancing club.
|Hollywood Girl 18: The Fuzzy-Wuzzy... a creep joint in Harlem.|
|Thrilling Detective Feb. [Internet] The Mirado [...] was the creep where he had seen the Hooker the night before. By daylight the place was pretty sad. Shabby and tarnished around the edges.‘Shoulder Straps’ in|
2. a brothel or unwholesome apartment house, esp. one where patrons are robbed.
|Prostitution in the US 111: Negro ‘panel houses’ and ‘creep joints’ where systematic robbery was carried out were reported but not investigated.|
|Amer. Tramp and Und. Sl. 56: Creep Joint. – A house or apartment especially prepared to make the robbery of amorous males more simple. Enticed to the ‘joint’ by a woman, the unwary victim places his clothes on a chair, clothes-hook or rack near a wall, cupboard or chest of drawers. In due time a panel in the wall or chest of drawers is quietly opened and the woman’s ‘pimp’ or associate searches the clothing for money or valuables. The name comes into use since the thief quietly sneaks or creeps behind the wall or panel so as not to awaken or warn the victim.|
|Mister Jelly Roll (1952) 50: Creep joints where they’d put the feelers on a guy’s clothes.|
|Naked Lunch (1968) 139: What kinda creep joint you running here?|
|Dict. of Invective (1991) 102: Such a creeper often is a prostitute who supplements her income by creeping out from beneath a bed and stealing a customer’s money. An establishment in which this sort of thing occurs frequently is a creep joint.|
3. (also creeper) a ‘floating’ gambling game, operating in a different location each night.
|Limey 163: It’s a ‘creep joint’ over at Long Beach, an’ it’s a dandy little spot for what we want.|
|Und. and Prison Sl. 30: creeper, creep joint. A gambling joint which, to avoid police raids, changes its location often.|
|DAUL 52/2: Creep-joint. [...] 2. A floating craps, card, or roulette game.et al.|
4. anywhere run by unpleasant or unpopular people [creep n. (3)].
|From Here to Eternity (1998) 159: This creepjoint gets me.|
|in Sweet Daddy 116: I want to make out [...] this creep joint feels like it’s a million miles away.|