The guys ired his raw rock-n-roll energy. The girls loved his animalistic attractiveness. He lived the fulfilling but quick life of a rockstar. Shortly before his untimely end, during a wild orgy, a befriended sculptor had the idea of creating a replication of his sex organ. Nobody knows how it happened. But one day this concrete copy could be found fixed on his tomb slap. And it’s said, if you walk by the cemetery in dark nights you can’t just hear the wailing of deceased souls …
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