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uysh ni tanto...morir así y tan joven, no gracias....Me parecía fea...pero qué marido consiguió.
Y es que ....la suerte de la fea la bonita la desea.
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uysh ni tanto...morir así y tan joven, no gracias....Me parecía fea...pero qué marido consiguió.
Y es que ....la suerte de la fea la bonita la desea.
Once, when John returned in the evening to their loft, he found Carolyn sprawled on the floor in front of a sofa, disheveled and hollow-eyed, snorting cocaine with a gaggle of gay fashionistas—clothing designers, stylists, male models, and one or two publicists. Without asking John’s permission, Carolyn gave keys to their loft to some of her friends so that they could come and go as they pleased.¿Y qué te hace pensar que él no la consumía?
Pues ella le trataba muy mal:Me parecía fea...pero qué marido consiguió.
Y es que ....la suerte de la fea la bonita la desea.
Esta historia, no obstante, no aclara en absoluto que John no fuera un consumidor habitual de cocaína (o que lo hubiera sido en otra época).Once, when John returned in the evening to their loft, he found Carolyn sprawled on the floor in front of a sofa, disheveled and hollow-eyed, snorting cocaine with a gaggle of gay fashionistas—clothing designers, stylists, male models, and one or two publicists. Without asking John’s permission, Carolyn gave keys to their loft to some of her friends so that they could come and go as they pleased.
“You’re a cokehead!,” John screamed at her, according to one of the people who were present that night.
Her friends in the fashion industry were aware that Carolyn was a heavy user of street drugs.
“She and I went to dinner one night when John was sick at home with the flu,” recalled a close acquaintance who worked at George. “She made at least a half-dozen trips to the bathroom and came back to the table with white rings around her nostrils. We went from bar to bar, and she wanted to come over to my apartment, but I said no, because I knew it would be an all-nighter. I finally dropped her off at three A.M.
“The next morning, John came into the office and asked, ‘Why did you keep my wife out so late?’ And I said, ‘A better question, John, is why your wife didn’t want to go home.’
Era un bellezón de hombre.
John F Kennedy Jr's ex reveals he 'smoked dope, nearly died kayaking - and had a penchant for tantric sex' http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/art...reveals-pot-smoking-kayaking-tantric-sex.htmlEsta historia, no obstante, no aclara en absoluto que John no fuera un consumidor habitual de cocaína (o que lo hubiera sido en otra época).