Ran into Estella Warren at the Landmark tonight — still a total babe, at 31. We chose not to reminisce about Kangaroo Jack. And by the way Westside Pavilion folks — someone shat on/in the third level of your parking garage. Might want to look into that…
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Also, it smelled like vomit on the second level. But still better than the weirdly annoying one-way system on the other side of the street