Let's be clear, this story never ever ever happened. No one ever confused this anemic sabertooth zombie for a stripper at one of the biggest strip clubs in LA. Chernobyl, maybe, not LA. Maybe if you did a bunch of X in the desert and didn't sleep for a week, you might think she was a dragon, but sure as hell not a stripper. This is the kind of thing publicists make up and plant in the tabloids, because, in the end, it's really kind of a compliment. Kind of like how being burned in effigy is a compliment. It may seem insulting in first, but it's still nice that people were thinking about you.
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