Lindsay Lohan is a name and face being shoved down our throats- almost hourly- on various gossip sites.
We read how Lohan’s up for some Linda Lovelace role, keeps company with Israeli commando lesbians; has a monthly drug prescription whose fees must rival NASA’s budget in order to fly her to the moon; wears alcohol monitoring ankle bracelets which she knows how to jimmy; flakes projects like dandruff, changes high priced lawyers like brands of toothpaste; is in and out of courtrooms like Perry Mason; is seen in New York one minute, LA, the next then in Cannes purportedly snorting cocaine. We read that she parties every night, but we also read that she’s dead broke [from her lips to God’s ear]. So where is the money coming from because Lindsay’s spending cash like Imelda Marcos used to.
This is strictly barroom conjecture and speculation, but is Lohan some Hollywood love doll who’s being passed around middle tier producers and directors like a doobie in exchange for, well, the currency of the damned and a strict code of Omerta? Don’t tell me I’m the first to entertain this intriguing scenario.
What leads me to even think of the remote possibility, is, back in the day when I was entertaining a variety of escorts, I’d hear great tales of sin and depravity. One hooker, who co-authored a tell-all book about actors and their late night sexual mojo, told me how one of the world’s best known comedians met his wife. And it wasn’t the story being told in the mainstream press or in her book. Apparently this chick and my hooker buddy did bachelor parties and privates, and that’s how her friend met the comedian [now passed away], although the story was sanitized to sound like they met, buy chance, on the beach in Malibu. Bullshit, my hooker buddy said. He was her long-standing trick.
Then another hooker told me how she and a now world famous songstress would work in pairs. One of the songstress’ Johns was a big shot record label producer and that’s how she got her break. Or so I was told.
Then another hooker- an Australian chick- related to me how, at gunpoint, one of the adult video company owners allegedly had her making out with an underaged girl.
Are any of these stories even remotely true? Dunno. But if any had the kernel of veracity I wouldn’t be surprised, either. Hollywood’s an alleyway that hides many sins that are never exposed to the light of day.
Maybe the whole sugar daddy idea is preposterous, but sorta makes you wonder, though, don’t it?