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I really like them, but I’m not buying this.

O.K. I avoid saying it, but I think it intensely. :-) Bye.

Hello there, long time no see...

Ah, so your intervention was serious? Wow, my apologies... But darling, next time, instead of just throwing out a little phrase, spend a few more words, otherwise I don't understand... And now let's get to the point: so Lucarelli and Picozzi support the thesis of Arbuckle as the rapist... mmmmm... Are you sure? As we say around here, I have my doubts (yeah, I have some doubts). Anyway, if that's the case, they must have produced some evidence, which seems pretty difficult to me... I know two versions of the cause of death of Virginia Rappe: peritonitis and internal bleeding. The bleeding wouldn't have come from a bottle shoved up her rear end but as a result of an abortion (the second one, by the way). That Fatty had nothing to do with her death is already established (obviously, I didn't establish it, there's a court ruling...). Then, regarding the ten minutes when Roscoe was alone with Virginia, there have been many stories. Buster Keaton, in his memoirs, recounts reading in Hearst's newspapers that Roscoe put ice cubes in the "victim's" intimate parts. Then, someone said that Virginia was crushed by the sweet weight of "Fatty"... So it’s possible that the story of the bottle and the rear end also circulated. Here's another one: someone said that Roscoe was a slave owner, if you catch my drift... Also, consider that Hearst wasn't just the publisher of the newspapers that rode and exaggerated (and partly created) the scandal; he was also a film producer. He produced the films of his mistress, Marion Davies. Roscoe, once back to work and renamed William B. Goodrich, directed "The Red Mill," a film with Davies produced by Hearst... I don’t believe Hearst would have put his girlfriend in the hands of a guy with such "exuberant" sexuality. Bye.

I've listened to a few tracks at low volume since it's getting late. Well done...

Well done Mò, beautiful story...

Thank you Khachacha, I will notify Roscoe's biographers... @Poletti: Masterpiece... Come on... The cook is just a little comedy, really...

Actually no, a quirky website tricked me. She was the granddaughter of W.R. Hearst.

Damn, you never stop learning… Anyway, it wasn't the granddaughter; it was the eldest daughter of W.R. Hearst, at least according to what I've just read…

Uhe Azzo, my old friend. :-) Forties noir? Naaa, I’m not really into that genre... Better stick with clowns. In fact, to know who this Hearst is, I would need Google, but more than anything it’s a matter of ignorance... On the other hand, you know I’m the one who thinks "the best Zeppelin album is 'Houses of the Holy'." :-)