Playing The Film and Score Game
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Posted:Sep 12, 2021 3:19 pm
Last Updated:Sep 14, 2021 2:46 pm 6417 Views
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I love a great movie and to me, as a writer, the story must include some great lines. Even better, if those well written lines are spoken by a truly great actor. It's the quintessential of both that makes me watch with interest.
So on this Sunday, I thought we'd play a game...
Guess the movie and actor or character that said the following:
I. “The only true currency in this bankrupt world is what you share with someone else when you’re uncool.”
II. “ I just want you to know no matter what you do, you're gonna die, just like everybody else. "
III. "There, my secret is out. I am having an affair with a mercedes Benz"
IV. "Put the candle back!"
V. “You’d be late for your own fuckin’ funeral … What the fuck you lookin’ at? Come on, make that coffee to go. Let’s go.”
VI. "We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for."
VII. "Does Barry Manilow Know That You Raid His Wardrobe?"
VIII. "Oh, The Usual - I Bowl. Drive Around. The Occasional Acid Flashback."
IX. "Minny don't burn chicken."
X. " Don't knock rationalization; where would we be without it? I don't know anyone who could get through the day without two or three juicy rationalizations. They're more important than sex."
XI. "Dreyfus once wrote from Devil's Island that he would see the most glorious birds. Many years later in Brittany he realized they had only been seagulls. For me they will always be “glorious birds”."
There you go....Let the game begin...
And while you are doing that, I am adding in a song list to keep you even busier 
I also found soundtracks to hold gems we may have forgotten about or ones we had yet to discover. So this Sunday playlist will include all songs found in films. Maybe some of them will be new for you 
Soundtrack Playlist
Little Bo.ys and Little Gi.rls - Spottiswoode from "Tart"
Chariot's Rise - Lizzie West from "The Secretary"
Romeo & Juliet - Dire Straits from "Set It Up", "I, Tonya"
Tear You Apart - She Wants Revenge from "American Horror Story"
You Belong To Me - Jason Wade from "Shrek"
If You Were Here - The Thompson Twins from "S.ixteen Candles"
She Sells Sanctuary - The Cult from "Singles"
The Fool On The Hill - The Beatles from "Magical Mystery Tour"
Mrs. Robinson - Simon & Garfunkel from "The Graduate"
SugarHigh - Coyote Shivers from "Empire Records"
Last, but not least, Whiter Shade of Pale - Procul Harum from "The Big Chill" which we played at my late Master's funeral, but check out the LIVE in Denmark version on the tube....Stunning is all I can say
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To Munch Or Not Munch
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Posted:Sep 9, 2021 4:08 am
Last Updated:Sep 21, 2021 3:32 pm 6326 Views
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Have you ever wondered where the word Munch came from that signifies a meeting in our communities? I did. So, I did what we all do, I googled it....
The Kirk's Burger Munch attracted a large and often spirited crowd, some of which participated in discreet play. As time went on, the atmosphere became more overtly fetish and BDSM play oriented, and people started bringing in outside food. Ultimately, the management insisted that the group stop meeting there. Many of the original participants organized another social gathering just down the street, though STella requested they not use the name "burger munch". The name was shortened to "munch".The term "Burger Munch" was also used in Boston in 1993.
Munches often take place at a restaurant, bar, or coffee shop, the organizer usually reserving a large table, a back area, or a private room. People are free to arrive and leave within the specified hours. The primary purpose is socializing, although some munches also have announcements or demonstrations from local organizations or individuals. Munches are meant to help those who are curious about BDSM meet others, become more comfortable, and better informed. Munches can also be a place to get advice, or pass on anecdotes about BDSM experiences. Some come with food, and there are now some "Liquid Munches" that are held, usually early enough for conversation to be possible, in bars. "Liquid Munches" are known as Sloshes in many areas.
We decided to call our casual KinkConnect events a social instead of munch. The next event is KinkConnect South Carolina Social, Monday, September 13th at Hurricane Maggie's Upstairs in Myrtle Beach from 7 pm until 10 pm. Tp attend, you must send me a message here.
The reasons we chose Social instead of Munch are as follows:
1. We allow social drinking to happen as this is a social and a casual atmosphere. Excessive drinking will not be tolerated, nor any behavior not suited to a friendly positive atmosphere.
2. Socials are for socializing and not kink play
3. We play games that are ice breakers and involve everyone so people can get to know one another
4. Those new to the lifestyle can stick their toe in rather than their whole foot, without any added pressure from a play party
5. We figured that after a couple years of not socializing and in light of the current pandemic, a more casual affair is a good place for all of us to start.
We are currently discussing play parties and how we will integrate them in the near future. If you have suggestions, you may drop a line here
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Master & Servant - Depeche Mode
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Quiet Mornings
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Posted:Sep 8, 2021 3:35 am
Last Updated:Sep 12, 2021 8:57 pm 4654 Views
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I knew when I took the side job bartending that it was going to put most of my extracurricular activities on hold. The goal of buying a house is worth the trade off for a short time. My schedule has made my mornings even more precious. So I sit here with my Sumatra and eggs boiling on the stove. The hardest part of my diet has been trying to prep and cook my meals while working two jobs, but I am managing it somehow. After I write this, I will don a pair of yoga pants and go for a fast walk.
Nevermind all that, right now it is time for some music to soothe away my tired body this month. I have an hour to sip coffee, listen to the surf, and to the tunes that make me happy. Today's playlist will be dedicated to being at peace on a beach I never imagined I would find solace.
Enjoy...
As Tears Go By - The Rolling Stones
Golden Slumbers - The Beatles
Breathe Me - Jonathon Roy
Counting Blue Cars - Dishwalla
Babylon - David Gray
Mmm, Mmm, Mmm, Mmm - Crash Test Dummies
Watching The Wheels - John Lennon
I'll Be Here Where The Heart Is - Kim Carnes
Love Is My Religion - Ziggy Marley
One (live acoustic rehearsal) - Corey Hart, Kim Richardson, and Jonathan Roy
Breathe - Pearl Jam
Jimi Thing - Dave Matthews
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Liz Strikes Again
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Posted:Sep 4, 2021 4:19 am
Last Updated:Dec 1, 2023 5:06 pm 4170 Views
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I haven’t been on Alt in a few days due to my work schedule coupled with a class I had to attend this week, and I have a part time job bartending that starts tonight. I am trying to pay down my credit card debt and buy a house while the interest rates are low. It’s a lot to take on, especially while a new variant is expanding exponentially. I can’t help but wish I had a bubble to put myself into that would allow me to interact, but only when I wished. Instead, I find myself surrounded by people who constantly want to interact about the virus variant.
Currently, I am one on three people at work who have gotten vaccinated. The rest are in conspiracy theory land. Some have had the virus and claim their antibody shield is better than my vaccinated one. The who come in are a mixed bag of vaccinated and unvaccinated. But one thing they all have in common is that they want to discuss their viewpoints. Of course, the age old adage of everyone having an opinion just like they have an asshole, but I digress.
Within my work atmosphere, I have to endure them playing their tik tok and facebook videos of other expert covidiots claiming their knowledge of what’s really going on. We even have one who won’t get her hair done by a vaccinated person because she claims we are shedding virus cells to give it to everyone else. I don’t even know what the fuck that’s about.
Yesterday I walked into work and one stylist asked me if I had my monthly menstruation. I told her yes, it left for a couple months and came back. She said, “You know, it’s a thing now that women are getting their period for months on end and even when they have stopped having it for menopause.”
I said back to her, “I don’t know about that, but it’s very common for a woman to go back and forth when beginning menopause, so I would bet that’s more of my issue.”
Stylist: “Well, my came in and told me that women everywhere were doing this which is also part of the vaccine.”
Inner voice: “Really? Oh, for fuck’s sake here we go again.”
Me: “Is she an immunologist or does she have a PhD?”
Stylist: “No but she has researched a lot of information.”
Me: “Where? I mean I can’t imagine that there is a study we haven’t heard of yet...”
Stylist: “She’s not the only one talking about it”
Me: “Honey, do you know what can cause periods to be irregular? Stress...You just moved into your new house, which is the second most stressful occurrence beyond losing a spouse, which I have done both in the past couple years, As well as starting a new job, getting fired from a job, and having an internal parasite that I killed off with the Ivermectin that people are taking with no science to back it. Ivermectin made me sick as hell and I can’t imagine opting to take it, but in any case....that would be more likely to cause me to start my period than the supposed shedding of cells from a vaccinated person, just sayin’”
But last night topped it all off. A lady I am working with at the bar told me that I was rare since I had RH negative blood when I was born. They filtered it out and now I am O positive. She said therefore I haven’t gotten corona yet and that RH negative came from my ancestors being the elite...And, if I didn’t know it, they are saying this makes me a lizard from another planet...
My friend roared laughing and said it made total sense to him now and that he was hanging out with a lizard.
I said back that this made him a Lizard Lover...He laughed harder. And then I told him mybe this explains why I scurry for the shade in the blazing heat. He laughed even harder.
I am henceforth calling him LL Cool and my new nickname is Liz.
Signed with a lick from my lizard tongue, although be careful, I’m molting virus cells along with my skin We're not in Kansas anymore
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Reptile – The Church
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Takes One To Know One
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Posted:Aug 30, 2021 7:07 pm
Last Updated:Sep 8, 2021 3:38 am 4820 Views
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I found the lifestyle after getting clean from all alcohol or drugs. I had sorted out those triggers in my head that made me an addictive personality. That’s not to say that a D/s relationship isn’t slightly codependent or addictive. But, whenever I feel myself spiraling into a rabbit hole that is harmful to me, I usually have the where withal to climb out and leave it alone.
Unfortunately, in our midst and especially in this community, are so many people that are severely damaged. And as I explained to a friend, when you are damaged, you attract damaged people. So, the damage I self-inflicted makes me a magnet sometimes to others who still need to work on their triggers. I am always on guard until someone proves trustworthy for this reason.
Dominants within our lifestyle, who could clinically be called alcoholics, especially, cause me great concern. They drink a certain amount and then a trigger of some sort happens, and they become unpredictable and dangerous to those they play with. Not only are they incapable at that point of being aware should something go awry, but they also will lose an amount of empathy to know when they are pushing too far. My worst ass beating ever occurred this way, and so I always make new subs aware of this when discussing vetting procedures. That’s not to say someone won’t occasionally make a misstep and drink too much while being social, but if it is a regular occurrence, then you can bet it is an issue they need to address.
A loss of control on either side is equally damaging. A submissive who is a drunken train wreck becomes no fun to babysit. I was married to an alcoholic once and I always said I’d rather know a cocaine or heroin addict; they are just going to rob you and leave. A drunk? Well, you never know what to expect, or they rain their unpredictable triggers and misery down on everyone around them.
No thanks.
Been there done that...
Next?
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Hate Me - Blue October
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Arriving At Happily Ever After
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Posted:Aug 27, 2021 3:52 am
Last Updated:Aug 30, 2021 6:47 pm 4104 Views
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What most of us long for above a.ll else is ‘security’, the sense that we are – at last – safe o.n the earth. We pin our hopes for security o.n a shifting array of targets: a happy relationship, a house, , a good profession, public respect, a certain sum of money… When these are ours, we fervently believe, we will finally be at peace. We may mock the term ‘happily ever after,’ synonymous as it is with naive literature but in practice, we do indeed tend t.o live as if we could one day, somewhere over the horizon, reach a place of rest, satisfaction and safety.
It’s therefore worth trying t.o understand why happiness ‘ever after’ should be congenitally so impossible. It isn’t that we can’t ever have a good relationship, a house or a pension. We may well have all this – and more. It’s simply that these won’t be able t.o deliver what we hope for from them. We will still worry in the arms of a kind and interesting partner, we will still fret in a well-appointed kitchen, our terrors won’t cease whatever income we have. It sounds implausible – especially when these goods are still far out of our grasp – but we should trust this fundamental truth in order make an honest peace with the forbidding facts of the human condition.
We can never properly be secure, because so long as we are alive, we will be alert t.o danger and in some way at risk. The only people with full security are the dead; the only people who can be truly at peace are under the ground; cemeteries are the only definitively calm places around.
There is a certain nobility in coming t.o accept this fact – and the unending nature of worry in our lives. We should both recognise the intensity of our desire for a happy endpoint and at the time acknowledge the inbuilt reasons why it cannot be ours.
We should give u.p o.n The Arrival Fallacy, the conviction that there might be such a thing as a destination, in the sense of a stable position beyond which we will no longer suffer, crave and dread. The feeling that there must be such a point of arrival begins in childhood, with a longing for certain toys; then the destination shifts, perhaps to love, or career. Other popular destinations include and Family, Fame; Retirement or (even) After the Novel is Published.
It isn’t that these places don’t exist. It’s just that they aren’t places that we can pull i.n at, settle in, feel adequately sheltered by and never want leave again. None of these zones will afford us a sense that we have properly arrived. We will soon enough discover threats and restlessness anew.
One response is t.o imagine that we may be craving the wrong things, that we should look elsewhere, perhaps f.or something more esoteric or high-minded: philosophy or beauty, community or Art. But that is just as illusory. It doesn’t matter what goals we have: they will never be enough. Life is a process of replacing one anxiety and one desire with another. No goal spares us renewed goal seeking..The only stable element in our lives is craving: the only destination is the journey.
What are the implications of fully giving u.p o.n the Arrival Fallacy? We may still have ambitions, but we’ll have a certain ironic detachment about what is likely t.o happen when we fulfill them. We’ll know the itch will start again soon enough. Knowing the Arrival Fallacy, we’ll be subject illusion, but at least aware of the fact. When we watch others striving, we may experience slightly less envy. It may look as if certain others have reached ‘there’. But we know they are still longing and worrying in the mansions of the rich and the suites of CEOs.
We should naturally try t.o give the journey more attention: we should look out of the window and appreciate the view whenever we can. But we should also understand why this can only ever be a partial solution. Our longing is too powerful a force. The greatest wisdom we’re capable of is to know why true wisdom won’t be fully possible – and instead pride ourselves on having at least a slight oversight on our madness.
We can accept the ceaselessness of certain anxieties and rather than aim for a yogic calm serenely a,nd accept that we will never be definitely calm. Our goal should not be t.o banish anxiety but learn t.o manage, live well around and – when we can – heartily laugh at, our anxious state.
Song for this post
Immortality - Celine Dion & Bee Gees
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Winning the Battle of Will
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Posted:Aug 26, 2021 3:23 am
Last Updated:Aug 27, 2021 12:52 pm 4164 Views
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This is the second morning of me rising at the crack of dawn to have enough time to exercise before work. I get my coffee made, wake further and now am adding writing to the list of tasks at hand. My breakfast of eggs and bacon are cooking so that I can fast walk a couple miles, get a shower, and head to work. My goal is to lose the pounds I put on while moving and getting settled. Getting into a routine is vital for me to accomplish goals. Otherwise, I will justify ways to get out of one or more of my tasks.
Last night after work, I went swimming in the pool for an hour once the sun had gone down. Therefore, this morning I am finding more justfications to talk myself out of. I keep hushing the rationalizations this morning. as my body aches from yesterdays push. And, I know that once I get dressed and get into a pace on my walk, I will feel better. That little tidbit of knowledge insures I stay true to my goal. Whenever I set my mind to something, I will pursue it with dogged determination.
I have learned that being determined is one of the characteristics that also makes me a better submissive. Determination keeps me from tapping out when my Dominant will push me harder. My will power to achieve the goal he has set, most likely will make me overcome any obstacle he sets forth eventually, even if it takes me longer than he had anticipated.
So this morning, I am finding gratitude for my stubborn side, And, whenever I feel doubt creeping in, I know I will overcome it. Looking in the mirror and realizing that I like the person reflected is a pleasant by-product of my hard-headed ways. Grit and determination exceed talent and intelligence every time.
Song for this post
Hard Headed Woman - Cat Stevens
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Insatiable Fuck Doll
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Posted:Aug 23, 2021 3:56 am
Last Updated:Feb 15, 2024 2:08 am 6416 Views
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On the balcony of the high rise, sat Isabelle and her Master. Each night they would have a couple glasses of wine while listening to the waves crash upon the sandy beach. She wore a short nightie that stopped on her soft thighs. Her Master had a wicked smile upon his face.
"Spread those beautiful legs and play with your pussy for your Master" He said it with deep vibrato
"Yes Sir" Isabelle complied and sat back in her wicker chair.
She spread her legs and propped her feet onto the table between them. Her deft fingers spread her puffy bare lips and revealed her pierced clit in the glistening pinkness. She rubbed her finger pad over the swollen bump of her clit peeking out. She was clearly wet already and a smile crested his lips again.
"Good Girl" He purred in appreciation for her eagerness.
Isabelle's curly dark hair mashed against the pillow behind her as she began to breathe heavier and she relented to the tingling sensation that playing with herself for his pleasure gave. He reached into his pants and squeezed his cock as it grew stiffer whilst watching her. After a few minutes, he stood and walked over to her releasing his hardness from the confines of his zipper.
His voice almost growled, "Now my slut, suck your Master's cock and show me how much you love it""
Isabelle sat up enough to hungrily open her mouth and look up through her thick lashes at him, then she sucked the thick tip into her mouth. Moaning as her hot little mouth sucked past the head and onto his shaft. He let out a small moan and his hand instinctively went to her head, wrapping his fingers in her thick curls. His hips began pumping his cock with little humps into her mouth. She sucked him deep, her nose rubbing his tummy,
"Go get in the bed and spread your legs you sexy little bitch" He growled.
"Yes Sir" Isabelle quickly moved, not hesitating.
She went into the bedroom and spread her silky legs open, lying back on the soft cotton sheets. Her Master started fingering her pussy softly at first. Isabelle's back arched and she spread further, with a feral moan. He pressed back the skin around her sensitive throbbing clit and bent his head to suck it into his full lips.
"Fuck...yesss, my Master. I am a lucky slut " Isabelle cried out.
She began to go into space, his thick fingers began fucking her dripping tight spasming hole. Sucking and flitting his tongue on her button, she moaned faster and panted as if she were in heat. She gripped at her breasts and her thick nubby nipples, twisting and tugging at them as his fingers pumped in and out of her cunt.
Before long, he pushed two fingers, then three. Her tight walls relaxed and she squirted soaking his arm and her own ass.
"You are just a dirty little slut, aren't you baby?" He teased her as he stretched her wider
"Yes Da.ddy, I am so fucking hungry for you" Isabelle managed to answer even though her head swirled in that erotic fog she found. "Thank you Master" she whimpered and came again, her body shaking and tensing.
His fourth finger started to push into her tightness and she moaned louder. Her Master's thick fingers stretched and pumped in her until she let out a begging wail,
"More please Master...please...I want more please" He smiled and purred into her clit while sucking it and teasing it's acheing swollen state.
He pushed a fourth thick finger in and circled his hand within her wet tight orifice until his knuckles slipped into her. Isabelle squirted immediately, so hard that it drenched his arm and splattered onto his chest. She twisted her sensitive nipples in between her fingertips, tugging on them as she came over and over on his hand and mouth.
"Pleease...more Da.ddy....more please" Isabelle begged now. She wanted him to stretch her out and fist her delicate pussy. It was now a need for her.
He kept pushing and stretching her as he did so. Loving her response to him, he stuck his hand in up to his knuckles, twisting, pumping and felt her relax. His thumb went in now and he pressed slowly, stretching her more. The deep confines of her slick walls relented and he began pumping into her slow and hard. As his hand became enveloped, she only knew that she felt damned good.
Later, she would bring herself to orgasms while he worked thinking of how hot that moment was when she finally was free enough to allow his fist to enter her. He always left her hungrier, an insatiable little fuck doll, indeed.
Song for this post
Last Night In Los Feliz - Niia
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Sunday Morning In Blue
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Posted:Aug 22, 2021 4:56 am
Last Updated:Aug 22, 2021 8:23 pm 4486 Views
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It’s been a while since we had a morning for music on this blog, but music has always been a big part of this blog. Therefore, today is as good a day as any to bring back Sunday Playlists, don’t you think? And I think we need one perfect for whatever ails you.
Part of my family is from Louisiana. Even though undeniably white, my pops is a blues and jazz fanatic. Listening to these tunes reminds me of being young and waiting up to tune into a radio station that we could only get late at night out of Memphis. Full of the music the industry would homogenize with covers by people who had no business trying to do better than the originals. Enjoy...
There’s Something On Your Mind – Etta James & BB King
Rub A Little Boogie – Champion Jack Dupree
Hound Dog – Big Mama Thornton
Lovey Dovey – The Clovers
Tobacco Road – Lou Rawls
Be What You Want To Be - Koko Taylor
Dream A Little Dream – Louis Armstrong & Ella Fitzgerald
Another Night To Cry – Lonnie Johnson
The Blues Ain’t Nothing But A Woman – Helen Humes, T-Bone Walker, & Willie Dixon
Champagne & Reefer – Muddy Waters
Wang Dang Doodle – Koko Taylor
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The Storyline
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Posted:Aug 20, 2021 5:44 pm
Last Updated:Jul 15, 2023 12:06 am 4213 Views
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When nightmares seem so real, you hold m.e in the night
When I can't stop the tears, you tell m.e it's alright
Calm m.e and comfort m.e,
Take the pain away from m.e,
Soothe m.e and save m.e ,
You know just what to say to m.e,
Push my limits, take m.e farther than I've ever been,
Take m.e to the edge and bring m.e back again
Bruise m.e and break m.e,
Leave your marks over m.e ,
Tease m.e and take m.e,
Let m.e be your property,
We're writing a story, let's see how it ends,
I'll be your paper, you be the pen
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Slave to Love - Bryan Ferry
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