Placeholder: Mickey Spillane’s Mike Hammer in the shadows of his detective office, he is a silhouette, a bottle of whiskey and a glass on the desk, a cigare fumes in his hand extended to the glass. She silhouette could be a man or a woman Mickey Spillane’s Mike Hammer in the shadows of his detective office, he is a silhouette, a bottle of whiskey and a glass on the desk, a cigare fumes in his hand extended to the glass. She silhouette could be a man or a woman

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Mickey Spillane’s Mike Hammer in the shadows of his detective office, he is a silhouette, a bottle of whiskey and a glass on the desk, a cigare fumes in his hand extended to the glass. She silhouette could be a man or a woman

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