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(VANN DUKE AND SAMMY AUTOBIOGRAPHY) "THE SECRETS OF A ART"
people always want to know the secret of success of an artist but the only secret is that artist take them with them.if you are so lucky that a artist or successful person should take you under their wings.when a artist pass on to heaven the artist take the secret of success with them this why you need to buy or study the artist books and history.

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('GIRL POWER')

my high school sweetheart found out ventriloquists use their tongue instead of their lips to speak,that's how a ventriloquist speak with out moving the lips, my high school sweetheart said my tongue must be strong because when I speak with out moving my lips they don't move at all,I explain to my high school sweetheart that the tongue is a muscle,so being a ventriloquist the tongue should get plenty of exercise,I am in high school at the time, I had no idea my high school sweetheart had a hidden agenda...as we get older my high school sweetheart would make me work sixteen hours every day at a real job in the real world,then when I came home I would be so sleepy and tired,I fall right to sleep,I would awake many times with my high school sweetheart sitting on my face having a organism,her wet juicy vagina at a rapid pace in my mouth,hearing her high pitched voice crying out from her orgasming awake me.

ON another day returning home from a sixteen hours work shift from a job in the real world,this day I just want to sleep,I open the front door of my home to see my high school sweetheart two  bff sitting in the kitchen eatting and drinking talking loud,my wife greet me by grabbing my penis area,she says to me "my shit right here nigga" "no other bitch better not touch it" the bff see what my wife is doing and yell from the kitchen "that's right girl!!" following with loud laughter,my wife whisper something to me,but I said something back to her, well let's say, what I said it wasn't a nice response, she get so angry she go in the bathroom slams the door, I go in the bedroom to sleep,but I awake with my wife sitting on my face holding the telephone in her hand,with a bandaid on her face,saying to me  "9-1-1 on speed dial nigga, you move and I will push the button",when she starting to orgasming I push her off me she was shaking from her orgasming, I grab my car keys,I ran pass the bff,the bff run to the bedroom, I drive on the freeway when two police cars stop me,they put me in the back seat of the police car and take me back home,I hear my wife and two women cops talking,my wife walk over to police car back window where I was sitting, she look at me,then point at her wedding ring on her finger, she go back over to the women cops,talking very low "we got to keep men in line"..."don't be afraid we got your back"..."you call us anytime"....the back door of the police car was open by the female cops and I stepped out,but I heard a little bit and parts of the conversation of the female cops with my high school sweetheart,and it was more than ten minutes,I didn't know what was going to happen to me but I did know the power was in my wife hands,and believe me I was sweating bullets.

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('CORNBREAD AND BEANS')

There is not one husband on planet earth want his penis attacked by his wife as soon as he walk in the house after working sixteen hours at a real job in the real world,first thing a husband want is to unwind and relax,those jobs in the real world are no JOKE,they're brutal to your heart and soul but my high school sweetheart didn't understand,I am not her big black giant dildo, she didn't work at a real job in the real world at the time, just at home watching Jerry Springer show and writing her shopping list or goofing around with her two bff..driving in traffic after working sixteen hours is not fun,many times I fall asleep while driving,what husband want to hear from his wife "give me some dick" as soon as he walk in the house from work....I complain to my mother many times about this,she listen giving me the side eye.....I talk to my lil homie Rome about it a few times until he said "you sound like a bitch made nigga" and "that's your wife what the fuck you keep bitching for".....are we witches,are we witches, so I conjure up the spirits for a request, but,  no answer for many weeks,when the spirits answer me,the answer was "your request is holy and no unclean spirits or clean spirits can Grant it", what the fuck! some married people have four divorces,I demand to the spirits,the response back to me,"the only way the spirits can move for you in your request is that your wife was committing adultery and your wife have not".. then the spirits leave from me.....

There's three ways to do things on planet earth

#1 gods way... #2 devil way....#3 man way....

I get a call one day from a old co-worker when I worked for a investigator company, her name is OLD TIMER she said "boy what you doing in my database",I didn't know what she was talking about at first, but, every time my wife lady cop friends made a report,some of the investigation companies get it, so old timer told me to meet her at a park,when I sit down at the park table, she slide a recording device in front of me,she sit her notebook on the table, she pushed the button record,she said the date and time,I begin to speak and she started to write....yeah!!! and that's how I won my divorce in court and get my very own life back............The rest is confidential information,ha! ha! our investigator boss trained us very very well!!!. Shout out to my investigator team member old timer thank you so very much old timer!!.....

free at last,thank God I am free at last!! 

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('I CREATED A DICTATOR MONSTER')

during my wife and I legal  separation, I get a visit from my high school sweetheart father and three brothers,you must remember my high school sweetheart lived on the other side of the tracks,she was straight up ghetto and I was hood and back then those class didn't mix,when I first met my high school sweetheart my homeboy Michael warned me, but I was hypnotize by the big onion booty with the word juicy on the back walking across the street in high school...What would have happened if I just looked away from that nice round onion booty, oh so many tears, but tears of joy.........in the beginning ,my high school sweetheart,her soul would quietly say are you sure you want me, meaning I never had love before..yes I loved my wife,my mother loved her too, this ghetto family and hood family mixed well,..how do I explain to my high school sweetheart father and her three brothers standing in front of me unhappy about the legal separation from their sister and their daughter that I died of a drug overdose in middle school..well you don't, you just take your beating like a hood nigga..my wife was spoiled rotten by me, and could not believe and did not want to believe in a legal separation, I said legal......my family and friends would roast me, my mother bought me so many fruit cakes and would say when she hand me the fruit cakes "you are what you eat", my lil homie Rome twirl his sister panties around his finger,he didn't do it all the time just when he was goofing around...during the legal separation,I went to live with my big sister in Texas, maybe start up my royal kingdom presents production company with Sammy in Texas, my sister kept introducing me to her country girl buddies,I tell my sister over and over I am married, and my sister said my mother told her all about me and my lil homie Rome, so my big sister said to me "you might be married but you're a slut" ...my wife/high school sweetheart called my big sister in Texas, trying to get my sister to convince me to come home.. I was setting up my business in Texas but it just was not happening and the country girls were nothing compared to the California girls, and besides all the country girls wanted to do was sit on my face! My mother told my big sister about my high school sweetheart sitting on my face and my sister told her country girl buddies what my mother told her...your wife sitting on your face maybe it is no big deal to some husbands,even my lil homie Rome dad told me his wife sit on his face.... 

let me be clear to the reader that is reading this autobiography, I understand divorce is not good.

I am so very sorry but I can not write what need to be written here.

read in between these lines.....In middle school I died of a drug overdose....are we witches.

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