He was worth more dead than he ever was alive... but not to me. I was Gary Gilmore's brother.
Love. Murder. Everything they do is 97% control and 3% emotion.
MAGIC ENCHANTRESS...mysterious as the night that cloaks her...a daughter of Venus...who comes out with the stars...so young, so alluring...men cannot resist the spell of her beauty...! (Print ad Los Angeles Times August 3 ,1933)
The face of danger was the face of the man she loved!
SEE! The Fantastic Binocular Murder! SEE! The Vat of Death!
SPREAD THOSE BEACH BLANKETS!
Russian oligarchy expands.
The night you couldn't sleep... even if you wanted to!
Their stories are different... but their profession is the same.
A Monster created from the depths!
Mad Murdering Menace!
WOMANLY WILES WERE HER WEAPONS! (original print ad - all caps)