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One day in about 1983, I told a small-time producer, Jerry Abrahms, that the world was waiting and he would make a billion dollars if he would simply combine nordic blondes with extremely dark black men, and especially if he would get one of those blondes gang-banged in every hole.

He said "You're crazy. I'd get busted in The South" (U.S.). I laughed and told him "The South is where you will make your fortune! Think about it!!"

He say "All those racist laws down there? I'd spend the rest of my life in court."

I reminded him all racist laws were unconstitutional, he would be a hero if they did take him to court, he would win, and he would be master of a gold mine. (I should have done it myself, but I was a resource, rather than a miner.)

I told him 'think about the white massa, his woman sneaking out, blowing a big black field hand. Worsest nightmare of any racist man and greatest fantasy of many white women and black men. The law doesn't have the guns to hold back the business you will do with this."

He looked at me with an ancient cynicism, as if I was insane and he found me most unpleasant.

A month or so later, the best director, Ralph White, called and asked me to tell him about the idea. He hired Lili Marlene go eat King Paul, who used to dance for James Brown, Maurice, who had a nasty, really long, thin peter, the kind that unlocked the womb deep in the pussy, and Strong Back Ed, who had the body of a pro football player and kept his face hidden at all times during filming.

Her mouth was slavering from the time I brought her to Ralph's and watched her ass swivel upstairs in electric blue spandex pants, which she didn't need.

Got to come back to this one...