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to her name and a dubious pedigree...

...and without a moment's thought...

...you recklessly dispose

of a third of your money.

- Porter, let me handle this.

- The party starts when you get there.

- Susan, please.

- We're late already.

- They banned my last film in Cincinnati.

- Groovy town.

When I'm with you, pussycat,

who needs grass?

You'd have to see it to believe it.

Of course, I nearly choked.

- And then this b*tch took a drink...

- He's bothered every woman at the bar.

Do you know what happened

after he drank a Fresca?

- He snowed in his pants.

- You know what he uses for deodorant?

- Raid.

- Cool, man.

My old man really blew his mind. He said

he'd kill me if he found anymore grass.

- Escape, man.

- All right!

- And you're a moonchild.

- And you're a b*tch.

- I think it's better after the change.

- I'm with you.

I was ready to roll over and fall asleep.

Then Tony said, "Come over to my pad.

I've got a wading pool of mayonnaise!"

I found the European women

far more receptive and less hung-up.

- She went after me like a barracuda.

- I warned you, you old fruit.

- Classics Benjamin.

- Bad trip.

- It wasn't long, but four inches thick.

- Ever been whipped with a wand...

...until the blood came?

- Cool it! You'll rupture your tongue.

Feel it, my pretty?

The night is filled with magic.

- Mark my words, dove, tonight is special.

- I was so anxious, I stepped on her face.

Susan, Porter, how are you?

Ronnie, see who's here.

- I'll say it. Haven't I seen you before?

- You saw her at my studio this afternoon.

- Ronnie, this is my niece, Kelly.

- Every inch as ugly as you are, Susan.

Must run in the family.

I'd like you to meet Vanessa,

my escort and bodyguard.

- Pleasure.

- Come on, babe, I'll show you the dump.

Come with me. I want to show you

the most divine clairvoyant.

- What can I get you, juice or grass?

- Just a vodka and tonic, please.

Look there.

The infamous Ashley St. Ives...

...famous for her portrayals

in prettily, pornographic pictures.

See how she gives her body

to the ritual? Delicious.

Observe in yon quiet corner, an island

of tranquility in this sea of revelry.

The languid Roxanne finds beauty,

that delicate pinch of feminine spice...

...with which she so often flavors

her interludes.

Look there. Lance Rocke,

Greek god and part-time actor.

See how well he performs?

His is a special talent.

The golden hair, the bedroom eyes,

the firm young body.

These are the tools with which he plies

his trade. All are available for a price.

Beware, fair maiden, of Emerson Thorne.

Behind that friendly mask...

...lies fermenting the unholy seed

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