The Selling Price
To the casting couch, the Hollywood director told you to go.
To the role proposed that made you a star, why didn't you JUST SAY NO?
To the couch you went with open eyes, why? This is my guess.
You were afraid the very next applicant would enthusiastically say yes.
You say you had non-consensual sex and the relationship lasted for years.
You face the world now, calli...
Thursday 15th March 2018 6:29 pm
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