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The only issue with making a movie

It's no secret that I'm not going to have enough money for hookers and dope in the future if I don't start thinking about investing my ballin ass skills into film-making at some point.


And I have a brilliant idea in mind. Think "Breathless" but grungier, much funnier, more drugs, more sex, and between a straight chick and a gay dude. It's fantastic.


But see, it's based on a wealth of various music that play the scenes out in my mind. Music, for me, is like creative crack. So sleeping with musicians is like... getting fucked by a crack rock. It's just good, is what I mean. A great kind of good that makes a girl like me shiver.

Anyway, the point is, I don't think I could afford to use all the songs I need to use in order to make this brilliant film.


And isn't it a shame that money makes the world go round? Sure hard work is one thing but, I wasn't born looking like this to make it big the hard way.

Don't be nasty, it's the truth.

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