The night is hot. I’m in a lousy room in a lousy part of a lousy town. I’m staring at a goddess, she’s telling me she wants me. I’m not going to waste one more second wondering how I’ve gotten so lucky. She smells like angels ought to smell. The perfect woman. The goddess.
- Marv, Sin City, Frank Miller
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