I wonder what that precise feeling is when the guy who keeps putting off your wedding’s name pops up on Lindsay Lohan’s ‘Then Guess Who I Fucked After That’ list. If you’re a lingerie model specifically in your marrying a rich guy age range, it probably feels all kinds of vulnerable. You need to nail down that paperwork because starvation diets and six hour makeup sessions to look good in panties has a lifespan about equal to an NFL running back. You’ve got four to six good years, eight max if Jesus blessed you. You turn around and you’re thirty, haven’t booked a gig in over a year and Corey Feldman left you a voicemail inviting to his launch party. Get your shit together, sister. Being the best looking chick in your Namibian collective gives you a brief window in which to work. Adam Levine royalties are forever.
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