
If you grew up in the 1970s and 1980s, there were three things that defined vampires: Christoper Lee’s Dracula movies, Anne Rice novels and Dark Shadows. That was it. There were no pussy whipped vampires that shimmered in the sunlight. The vampires of my youth were there to feast on the necks of buxom women; not go steady with high school girls in training bras.


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