You want gritty, you want animalistic, you want a fucking snarl? Fine, just give me a damn cigarette and a sequined bowler. I need quiet on the set! I'm channeling this pose and if I get distracted someone's losing their fucking balls. Okay, I'm thinking 1983, I just did a crystal goblet full of blow, Elton John's freaking out on the chaise, I've already beheaded and disemboweled one of the bell hops when I realize my YSL pantsuit has a human ear dangling from the lapel. TAKE IT! I'm done, I only do one take. Next set-up. Who has my arsenic-laced Hi-C juice box?
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gold eyebrow'd cigarette chomping diva. no one like her.
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