The line may have been the hook, but i suspect Rasputin had no problem reeling them in. The man was unusually endowed, and in fact, his member remains pickled in a jar of formaldehyde in some Russian museum.
Unless his “groupies” were masochists and into painful sex, or were used-up, old gals, I fail to see why having a large member was any sort of advantage.
I wish I could time travel with a clothespin under my flight helmet, and have a minute with the creep; then, I could deny him and his self-proclaimed “divinity” and laugh in his filthy face.
Observing today’s world, there are so many devilish, weirdo idols and followers that old Razzy probably wouldn’t merit even a second glance.
LOL! This was not a good story to read at the beginning of my lunch hour. :-)