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I used to be friends with Martina Warren, the Penthouse Pet. She lived near me in Phoenix, and used to come over swimming all the time. One year at AVN I saw her signing autographs I went up to say hello. I was going to say hello to a friend; It never occurred to me that I had cut in line in front of two dozen people. Her large black security guard sure did notice and lifted me up off my feet before Martina shut him down...
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