When I think of James Lipton, I see a demur man, with deliberate speech and a quirky smile. That was until I found out how he paid the bills as a young man living in Paris, France. Ladies and Gentleman, I give you Pimp James Lipton. We were earning our living together, this young woman and I, we made a rather good living, I must say. The Superficial Man, you think you know someone and then you hear something like this. I can’t wait... 

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