I've spent three years with a woman who's a gangster.

She's been my regular girlfriend for three years, and he's been taking her from the late night bar. When she turned her head cold and smiled, and I realized that she was a gangster, and she put her coat on my shoulder, and she whispered in my ear, "Don't be afraid, the lights are dazzling, and her fingers slip in my hand, and she's getting closer, and she's breathing, and everyone's quiet, and she's suddenly pulling me into the alley, and she's getting closer, and she's putting me on the wall, looking straight into my eyes, and she's really going to play with me this time."