Matter of fact: my buddy and I were Ginger vs. Amber Lynn. I liked Ginger's sweetly pretty good looks and my buddy was into Amber's obvious curves. Ginger was like a tumble in the late summer hay in the barn where as Amber was like some gritty back alley on a rainy night in Tokyo where the stakes were life or death.
Of course, Ginger's young lithe body was kept lean by copious amounts of cocaine so she was clearly not Mary Ann...