Friday, July 13, 2012

The Wives and Crimes of C. Alistair Borgia, Esq.

From a precocious age I had fancied the fantastic, financing my foreign forays of ageing whores and post-opium malaise by conning the needier, or paying Paul to rob Peter and other schemes in which the scheming was oh so seedier.

And yet the finer things in life such as duck flambé on a Bangkok holiday or naked serenades from the tribal women from the unexplored regions between Borneo and the Jakarta Bay have not tamed my lust for fortune and fame.

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