Path of fame

Path of fame

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Nov 9, 2016
,,Guten Morgen" Nein, so klang das ja wohl nicht gerade nach professioneller Schauspielerin. Ich versuchte es erneut. ,,Guten Tag, mein Name ist Pam." ,,Miss Pam. Hier steht aber etwas anderes." ,,Guten Tag, mein Name ist Pamela Andersson. Ich nenne mich Pam weil ich nicht vorhabe professionelle Pornodarstellerin zu werden. Beachten sie bitte das zweite 's' in Andersson. Kommt aus dem Schwedischen, mein Vater ist Schwede." ,,Miss Andersson, wir haben nicht den ganzen Tag lang Zeit. Was sind ihre Absichten? Weshalb wollen sie Teil dieses Kinofilms werden? Noch dazu bewerben sie sich für die Hauptrolle, ohne je zuvor in einem Film mitgewirkt zu haben." ,,Moment, Moment, bitte. Ich war mal MakeUp Artist bei..." ,,Sie sind völlig ungeeignet." Pamela Andersson träumt davon berühmt zu werden, egal wie.
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