← They’ve hung their jackets over the backs of their chairs and rolled up their sleeves. It smells of men and cigars. 🔊✎
← I got home drunk as a skunk, smelling of booze and women. She’d been waiting up for me all night. She didn’t cry. 🔊✎
← She needs a man, you can definitely believe that much, she needs a man’s arm round her waist, a man’s smell next to her, a man’s desire in a man’s eyes. 🔊✎