Come to think of it, yes, I remember now, he was at a party at Studio 54 and I was there and he forced himself on me in the coat check room, but I never said a word because I thought my date would beat him up -- that guy Dennis was the violent type. (We broke up after he punched a waiter for smiling at me.)
Anyway, if that ridiculous woman E. Jean Carroll can tell a tall tale and wind up with a bundle of cash, why not me? Apparently just as long as one denigrates Donald Trump the sky's the limit! I'm calling her lawyer today.
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