I really don’t want to write about Caroline D’Amore, because she’s a fucking joke and her only claim to fame was going to Paris Hilton’s beach party a few years ago and that her dad owns 3 pizza restaurants.
She’s seriously a fucking nobody, but in being a nobody trying to be a somebody, she’s tried to do the whole DJ circuit to get seen, which is some serious bottom feeding, but not as low as her alternative plan being Celine Dion’s impersonator on Hollywood BLVD.
I have had the pleasure of meeting this cunt on more than one occassion, the first time when laughing at her as she DJed a few years ago, making her kill her set and try to get me beat up by the faggot rich kid pussy who booked her and when I told her who I was she changed her tune, hugged me, told her faggot rich kid pussy bodyguard to back off and thanked me for writing about her cameltoe, because I guess no one else writes about her and we all know anyone who thanks me for coverage is SERIOUSLY fucking desparate.
Years later, I decided to fuck with her on Facebook and coincidentally my account got deleted, it turns out her boyfriend’s a bigshot at Facebook so I officially hate her, but when I see a piece of tacky trash walking around with her dress all shredded the fuck up, I can’t help but post the shit, because that’s the kind of battle wounds I appreciate, especially on a cunt I want to punch in her ugly Celine Dion face.
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