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<title>#1773 &#8212; Rock Hudson from Seconds by Carlino Lewis John</title>
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<description>&quot;Well, you see... 
It all began with a big, red ball. 
You see... 
I paint naked, Mrs. Filter. 
Of course. In this way, 
my inner essence is revealed... 
and I am presented to the canvas... 
in direct relationship 
in my primeval state... 
without its sociological trappings&#8230;&quot;</description>
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