There’s another option here.
Fly over the Big Drink and land yourself in the Big Apple. Head yourself towards the most skid road of the city. Find some damn chiesler and duke him out propely. Then you’re going to be nabbed by bluecoats and put in the crib with a helluva lot of blasted ex cons around you.
Now you have a chance of having goddamn free course of pure slammer lingo unless you drive a hard bargain and make up a kitty for a real “PhD linguist“.
And after you beat the bricks you're surely not going to talk jives. :)
(with tongue in cheek intended -:)-:).
It's a joke, ok? Don't pull the plug, you dig ? :))