Which is hosted by Exotic Dancer Magazine. Like the great Indian warrior chiefs he is descended from Carl does not allow his picture to be taken. "Does he really believe his spirit might be taken?" we ask, "if he allows anyone to take his picture?" Or is his consistent refusal to allow himself to be photographed based on a single pragmatic concern for anonymity, an anonymity that has enabled him to travel all over the world committing crimes without ever getting caught?"   Jack Corbett is the only man to have ever taken a picture of Carl or to recorded his voice. From a tape recorded conversation passed onto us by Jack, we are reporting Carl telling his doctor: "I believe I owe much of my strength and power to never having my picture taken."   Carl's background First there was Bugsy Siegel who was killed by Meyer Lanski, Lucky Luciano,and many others. Then there was the rest of the mob......And finally there is Carl, emerging triumphant over the heap. King of the Las Vegas underworld, Carl has tentacles that reach into Chicago, Miami Florida, LA and most of the major cities in the U.S. He knows strippers everywhere and pretty much has his choice of women to go out with. But that's not enough for Carl. While in the VIP room with a luscious brunette, the girl approached him about doing a Porno flick with him. Later I asked Carl about this and all he had to say was...."I can handle only so many women in this lifetime. It is time to give back to the millions who are left out. Therefore I am doing this porno flick so millions of American women can get a feel for what it is like doing it with me." Obviously Carl was the man to smuggle into Canada to steal Canadian dancers, Howard and Jack decided. With Beater and Chid stealing Tori from Dollies, retribution had to be swift and certain just to show Canada who was boss. And who better than a descendent of great Indian warrior chiefs? Who better to send out on such a critical mission than a man who repeatedly makes the mafia tremble?   How Carl stole two Canadian dancers for Howard   Flying into Toronto was the easy part for a skilled operative like Carl. Entering the Million Dollar Saloon without being noticed by the doorman was the hard part. But Carl had a plan. He found a Canadian police officer sitting in his squad car alongside the road, then approached the officer and asked for directions. Suddenly  flipping out a little spray bottle of pepper spray he nailed the officer in the face. Carl then took the officer's clothes off, tied him up and left him lying in a shallow ditch.   Finding a drug addict desperate for Crack was easy. "Here's some clothes and a car," Carl said to the drug addict" as he gave him the police officer's uniform.   "Now I want you to follow me to the Million Dollar Saloon's parking lot where I will instruct you on what you have to do for me." Carl then handed the drug addict a mobile phone.   Once they reached the Million Dollar Saloon Carl called the drug addict on his mobile, instructing him to go to the club 's door and ask both the manager and the doorman to meet him back in the parking lot. Meanwhile Carl waited patiently in his rental car. The drug addict now posing as a police officer entered the club and brought both the manager and the doorman out to his squad car. When he saw that the manager and doorman were answering the drug addict's questions, Carl slipped inside the club, unobserved.   "What am I going to do now?" the drug addict asked himself. "Only thing to do is to ask Carl." Turning to the club's doorman and manager, he told them----"Stay right here. I need to call in a report." Then he got in the squad car and called Carl on the mobile. Inside the Million Dollar Saloon Carl answered the drug addict's call on his mobile which was disguised as a vase full of roses to avoid calling attention to himself. "Get them as far away from the club as you can," Carl told the drug addict. He then gave detailed instructions to the drug addict.   The drug addict then returned to the club manager and doorman telling them--------"I think you are involved in providing your dancers with cocaine. Get in the car." Handcuffing the two men the drug addict directed them into the back seat of the squad car. Following Carl's instructions he drove the manager and doorman miles away from the club and dumped them out on a little country road miles from the nearest phone.   Now back to Carl. With both Serena and Calcutta featuring at the Million Dollar, he decided they were exactly what Howard wanted back at Dollies. Finding both dancers at the bar having a drink together he asked them to go to the door with him. A Mercedes stretch limo was outside in the parking lot----Carl's rental car. "Leave with me right now," he told the two dancers. "What about management?" Calcutta asked him. "Do you see the manager or the doorman," Carl replied as he stretched out his hands to show off the four diamond rings on his fingers.   Ten minutes later the two entertainers followed Carl out to the limo and got into the back seat as Carl drove away from the club's parking lot. Inside the limo the two women found Champaign, tequila, scotch, bourbon, and American beer which they started to drink as Carl drove them out of Toronto. A quick phone call to the drug addict-----Carl's soft voice informing the man about the ten hundred dollar bills hidden in the trunk--finished the payoff. After all, Carl's reputation is widely known throughout the world as one to never welch on a deal.   It took Carl eleven hours to drive the two entertainers to the airport where Howard met them in his Ferrari. It had been an easy matter for him to rent the limo under one of his many alternate identities. Just outside the border he switched the limos plates to American plates. Stopping at the gate the customs officer asked him a short question or two, then let him drive off. "Who would dare detain a man driving a car such as this one?" Carl had reasoned when he first planned the job.   At this point, no one knows where Carl is. The two Canadian dancers are now safe in Howard's hands as Beater and his companions wring their hands, wondering--------"What happened?"   Back to the Studmuffin Times