Rasputin:
If I didn't know better, I would think your son was trying to fuck me.
Duke of Oxford:
Or maybe you were trying to fuck him. Your reputation precedes you.
Rasputin:
Well, if you know so much about my reputation, why don't you put your leg in my lap?
[at the dinner hall]
Duke of Oxford:
...Here?
Rasputin:
Not here! Somewhere private, of course!
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:01