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As a young man, James Whale would often find himself in awkward situations with lady friends...
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| Um, well you see... Lucy, my dear... You must excuse me for one moment. | |
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| Why, of course, James. Prime the pump. Piddle your diddle. Whatever you require... | |
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Fortunately, a dose of absinthe remedied his maladroit sexual proclivities...
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| Ah, there we are... Now then, get on your knees, morose starlet! | |
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The effect did not last long.
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| It looks as if I'm... finished. Well, then, I hope I've pleased you, you rotting fetid thing... | |
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