Sin city, a dark and dismal dwelling for the darkest dreams that a man could dream. Your Deepest desires could be met, if you cough up the dough. But dare and Double-cross these tempests of danger, and you'll find yourself in a desperate situation, and likely dead.
Sin city, the grave of all grime and grit, these gnashing gnawing glad-to-be-alive gals couldn't get greater. Don't call 911, cos the police have nothing here, call xxx, the girls run their own judicial jury of justice. "Order in the court" – wails Gail. "Jesus Christ" – Howled the sweaty stiff with his pants down hovering near a pretty little thing with a fresh new shiner. Shik-shik-shik, Miho readies her black blade of blood splattering beauty. In a second she could tear the sweaty stiff in half, conducting her own symphony of blood, the crescendo of carnage ending in a climax of casualty.
GUILTY - tap tap tap –
the orchestra is ready -
"no, im sorry it was an ac-----" –
rivals Beethoven.