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Laurianne 2021-10-19 09:47:46
Alas, Rodriguez really suits my appetite. The two-sword style Miho with phoenix eyes and sakura lips, Nancy, a hot dancing girl with very loli and honey-skinned skin, a cold-faced detective wearing a long trench coat and carrying a dark illness, an immortal body, and an angry red-faced Cassimo Multi-killer, beautiful cannibal boy with clear eyes and holding a Bible, twin blonde girls, conspiracy politician, princelings, gun exhibition, fat thigh tour, SM, dismemberment, head chatter, Batman, sinking in the quagmire, delicate and soft Blood red rose tattoo on skin. A large collection of all evil symbols and anti-heroes. Black and white comics, calm and distinct. Always and never. Everyone finds what they want here, everyone finds what is hidden here. Even conservative audiences can find loyal love, untainted silt and absolute justice. Why bother to ask what does the aesthetics of comics represent?
Extended Reading
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[narration]
Marv: The night's as hot as hell. It's 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 minute wondering how I've gotten this lucky. She smells like angels ought to smell, the perfect woman... the Goddess. Goldie. She says her name is Goldie.
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Nancy, Age 11: They won't let me testify. I told the cops that you saved my life and they just acted like I was crazy. They talked my parents into keeping me away. They said that you done things that you didn't do. I told them that you saved me from that Roark creep, but they won't even check me out to see if I'm still a virgin. I'm still a virgin, still alive... thanks to you. They got it all backwards.
John Hartigan: Sometimes the truth doesn't matter like it ought. But you'll always remember things right. That's gonna mean a lot to me. But stay away, Nancy. They'll kill you if you don't stay away. Don't visit me. Don't write me. Don't even say my name.
Nancy, Age 11: Maybe you won't let me visit, but I'll still write to you, Hartigan. I'll sign my letters "Cordelia." That's the name of a really cool detective in books I read. I'll write to you every week... for forever.
John Hartigan: Sure, kid. Now run on home. It's not safe for you here.
[Nancy walks away]
John Hartigan: Bye, Nancy.
[Nancy turns around at the door]
Nancy, Age 11: I love you.