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The Oxford hard man who liked to dress up in his mothers clothes whilst he had sex. |
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The Oxford Don who loved two young men to beat his bare bottom with their belts |
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The musky, spicy smelling, large breasted Jewish undergraduate who wanted lots of anal sex and who always seemed so impossibly sad |
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The academic sisters who liked to tie Joe up. |
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Vicious knife fights and winning a game of Russian roulette. |
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A close encounter with Mr Ronnie Kray. |
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A fortune found and lost all in one day. |
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Life, as you know it, stops in a silent rush of new blood. A moment of pure bliss, quiet beatitude. A sublime tranquillity which will last forever. Heroin has arrived.
Sure, there is the near-painful, glorious ecstasy of sexual release. There are the all too brief and few moments of rapture that come, unbidden and unexpected to any human life and then there is the rocket propelled, super sensuality of speed and cocaine but....there is something more....there is Heroin.
William Burroughs reckoned, in his book 'Junky,' that heroin could suspend the aging process, stop cells dying, and keep you looking young. All these things then: eternal youth, unimaginable euphoria and perfect peace. So what does it cost? |
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