How Much Do You Love Me?

It began when I won the Lottery. A big win, millions. Then again, I'd already spotted the girl. Selling herself in Pigalle. She was Italian. She was magnificent. I went in, sat next to her and asked the million dollar question: "How much do you make?" She couldn't have been doing badly, a peach like her in Pigalle. But before I was half-way through my proposition, she'd already grabbed her fur coat, and we were out of the door, straight into the world of the night hit me right between the eyes. It's dangerous, the world of the night. Villains round every corner. Guns everywhere. Blood on the floor. And Charly: king of the gangsters, a very bad man. Her man. And he wanted her back... (jakelijan virallinen teksti)