Amidst the recent vampire craze, a great character has been lost. Dracula's pallid complexion has been replaced by the chiseled face of youth; solitude sidelined in lieu of horny teenagers. These days, a vampire could be waiting around any corner, waiting to bite in designer jeans. But I have to wonder,
what happened to the Count that started it all?
Where are the castles?
Where are the castles?
And what about
the motherfucking capes?
Yves Saint Laurent knows what's up.
the motherfucking capes?
Yves Saint Laurent knows what's up.
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