The Secret Diary of the Witchdoctor's Writer in Residence (6)

‘What’s this?’ said the man suspiciously,

‘Girlsmagnet,’ whispered De Sampa conspiratorially, ‘If they like, let them spray all the mansecticide they want, just rub this behind your ears and on your adams apple, let me see who born the girl that will say no!’

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