No pay, no Goldblum. That's it.
I didn't want to be written about as a human-interest story. I didn't want to be a passing thing. You know, now we move on to the fat girl who had her stomach stapled. I didn't want to become a gimmick: the disabled model.
Insulting the electorate and accusing it of spiritual weakness and sinfulness are not the ways to get yourself the job of president.
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