Some of my favorite crew folk drug me forcibly back to Sodom and Gomorra for a shoot that in reality was about 12 minutes long. The staggering faux opulence, the frantic, desperate yearning for entertainment and carnal release on the part of the great sea of sweaty masses is frightening to the rotting stew of my moral compass. And apparently Ray's ear mutated in front of the Belaggio.
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