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...want to come in this line [of business], you have to do what I am telling [you] to do." Kapoor then went on to explain sex-for-stardom was accepted practice in the Indian film industry and named several prominent actors and directors who had slept their way to or through the top. The brouhaha only increased days later when India TV showed another hidden-camera recording, this time featuring the host of the Indian version of talent show American Idol, Aman Verma. At his home in Bombay, Verma beckoned to the same reporter to sit next to him, telling...
...month-old son HARRY and Harry's nanny for $5 million ransom. KELLY FRANK, right, who worked as a painter on the Late Show host's isolated Rocky Mountain ranch, allegedly told an acquaintance that he had a key to Letterman's house and knew where the baby slept. That acquaintance alerted police, who charged Frank with felony solicitation. Letterman and his girlfriend Regina Lasko issued a statement calling themselves "forever grateful" to the FBI and local authorities for their efforts. It's a good thing they got the suspect too, 'cause we'd hate to see him after...
Let’s be honest. We mostly slept through Ec 10 and therefore lack the resources to create comprehensive utility functions mapping this relationship. But we do have the resources to create comprehensive Venn diagrams, which are practically the same thing...
...February 2003, with the boy prominently on view, the Jackson camp, apparently worried that it showed the singer as child-obsessed, if not a child molester, quickly planned a rebuttal video. That brought the boy and his family back to Neverland, where again the boy and his brother slept in Jackson's bedroom...
This is the sort of anecdote to which I have subjected my sainted roommates on an hourly basis in the six days since I turned in my thesis about Byron. I have also, in that time, slept a lot, returned 43 books to Widener, washed my clothes, and knit half a scarf—all in the hopes of eradicating the Christmas-afternoon feeling that has been haunting me since 5 o’clock Tuesday. It hasn’t worked. I can still feel Byron, poor man, unhouseled and perching on my bookshelf...