"New York growled at my window, but I was ready for it. "My stocking seams were straight, my lipstick was combat-ready, "and I was packing cleavage that could fell an ox at twenty feet..."
'Les costures del jersei eren rectes, el meu pintallavis a punt per una guerra, 'i duia un escot que podia fer caure un bou a 6 metres...'