Joanna Krupa and her shady husband built a front yard swimming pool to allow photographers simple street access to shooting the Polish former escort (oh, fuck, I mean, alleged former escort, naturally, you weren’t there when money changed hands, if it did, allegedly) dipping in and out of her pool in her Vegas style bikinis. It’s like a zoo exhibit for models. Joanna even does cartwheels fifteen minutes past each hour in case you didn’t get a decent crotch shot. When I was growing up, all I had to stare at was an obese neighbor lady in a flannel bathing suit potting crocus bulbs with sweaty fervor. I always imagined she thought they were going to sprout banana splits.
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