In the city, they are synonymous, they are identical, they mean one and the same thing. In the 87th Precinct, they strut the street with vengeance, these twin bitches who wear their bleached blond hair and their bright-red lipstick slashes, who sway on glittering rhinestone slippers, who flaunt their saffron silk. Heat and July, they are identical twins who were born to make you suffer.