“I’m never getting married. You want an absolute? Well, there it is. Veronica Mars, spinster. I mean, what’s the point? Sure, there is the initial primal drive. Ride it out. Better yet, ignore it. Sooner or later, the people you love let you down. And here’s where it ends up: Sleazy men, cocktail waitresses, cheap motels on the wrong side of town and a soon-to-be ex-spouse wanting a bigger piece of the settlement pie. That’s where I come in. Forty Dollars an hour is cheap compared to the long-term financial security sordid photography can secure for you, your offspring, your next lover. But do us a favor if it’s you in there, dispense with the cuddling. This motel thirst, it is what it is. Make it quick. The person sitting in the car across the street might have a calculus exam in five… make that four hours, and she can’t leave until she gets the money shot.”
