The Pink Bomber was to be my first challenger I was told, and so I had a good look at her: Bomber wore a skintight pink leotard which was bulging with baby fat and was straining at the seams, she was looking like a sweet marzipan piglet on a good-luck cake to me! Miss Tutu announced me as the newest performer at the club and she was holding up my hand as if I had won already: »Ladies and Gentlemen!«, she was shouting with visible pride, »the Killer Nun!«
Dieser Download kann aus rechtlichen Gründen nur mit Rechnungsadresse in A, B, CY, D, DK, EW, E, FIN, F, GR, IRL, I, L, M, NL, P, S, SLO, SK ausgeliefert werden.