Hey! You!
...Would you like to know if President Dump and Damonia sleep in separate rooms, at Marr-a-lago?
Of course you would. Well it's simple!
Ask a dentist!
They're always very reliable sources of information. See this excerpt from "Autobiography":
"As I detail my preferences in terms of toppings to a fascinated dentist in this now familiar wine bar, I think of Mother, and how proud I made her.
For the price of a small Swiss chalet, I later buy a pizza van from a direct descendant of Julio Caesar (the Emperor), and I and Gelato have many bumps in the oven at night. On deserted, ancient cobbled roads, there is no police, and no "wrong way", and every way is my way anyway.
In Italy, I learn how to speak with my hands. The simple Italian folks reply by pointing at my Centurion card and smiling a lot: that's how I know they accept me. I'm part of the family, and every young man I meet is a new nephew in awe. Like the Pope in a prostitute, I feel at home in Rome.
Sorrow, like a four seasons landscape gardening gone cold, will surely come in the end, but I don't know that, because the calzone hasn't crumbled yet. For now, and for ever, Victory is Mine. Mamma Italia gushes over this big juicy Gucci baby, and la vito is belli."