Jewel Kilcher lived in her car…that was how they packaged her singer song writing career…randomly found at coffee houses in Alaska and the Pacific north, singing her songs of broken hearts before a journey to hollywood created a down to earth..artist…who is probably a tyrant, living in her mansion, or multiple mansions, all shallow and vapid like you’d expect a celeb to be, but one area on her “woman in song” life that is full, not empty..is the tits…
If the story of the living in a van in Hollywood for more than one night, or the drive down to Hollywood is true…which I doubt…she was probably servicing studio execs into giving her hotel rooms and record deals with these same tits…but it makes a less interesting story for an acoustic guitar player…in flannel, ripped jeans and no shoes…(all girls in entertainment are hookers, even the hippies, who don’t have armpit hair since they are actually – not hippies…but hollywood rich skanks…)
She can’t save my soul, but her angelic voice / cleavage in a small top could…
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