Fuck it, Harry leaves a wad of cash and calls her driver. Dick wad didn’t valet, to save twenty bucks. She politely declines his offer for a ride and the 45 minute wait. Harry hightails it around the corner, hops in her black SUV Sedan. She closes the door grateful for the tinted glass. “Ugh.” That good Miss Harrison, her driver asks?” “That bad.” Would’ve had more fun on the couch watching a DVD, hell even “The Bodyguard” is more entertaining. Pass me a cigarette and the vino. Take me home Mount, for the love of Christ. Fucker, he’ll be stuck on network television forever. Locked in contracts, miserable. Alla salute.”Welcome to Hollywood Harrison, where the closest thing to reality is a cheap date, smelly blowjob and bad porn. Hence her redneck cajone’s, are intact and larger than life. Good thing her mom named her after a boy, befitting for the twisted, chauvinistic town. She must remember to call and thank her. Note to self, call mom. Twinkling lights, palm trees, the warm climate and posh hotels remind her of a time she was starry eyed, and hungry. The time difference and miles between Harry and home feel empty and nostalgic.
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