The ghost of Mata Hari came back from the dead and whispered her secrets into my ear whilst I was dreaming of Handsome Young Johnny McSugarschlong.
I awoke to find myself clutching the diadem of the Order of the Frenulum-Flicker in my delicate dick beatin' right hand.
I will take off my elbow length black kid skins and gently tap the cheek of Claire She Blows and challenge her to a duel. A sword-fight of sorts, if I may say so tongue firmly planted in cheek.
I will also accept challengers and graciously divest myself of the diadem to the winner. However, you must be warned that Mata Hari and I will not part with it easily. I'm willing to suffer Deep Adenoid Vapor Lock for my art.
Any hale and hearty ladies up to the challenge?