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I'm going to enjoy this thread. I hope Commissar Gia doesn't snuff it out. My first inappropriate question for Gia:


What would you do in Desi Foxx's daughter's position? (You were expecting to fuck a young porn scumbag like Jack Venice, but at the last minute they pull a switcheroo and tell you the male talent will be the really fat old perv who booked you)




3. Lol. That kind of happened. The first time I met a certain director. I was new and repping myself as many girls did back in early 2003. The director explains the entire debauched b/g scenario he has in mind. After his long, lengthy explanation of mise en scene in store for baby g, I ask who the male talent will be.

"Me."

Um, yeah, I was thinking (names like 9 dif stunt cock) would be the boy. You're the director. He explained that sometimes he's also talent in his movies and started off long ago being talent. I knew this just wasn't going to work, so I thanked him for his time, and he didn't seem to be phased either way. At least he was very nice about it. Years later, I run into him at aim where he sees me doing push-ups on the dirty ground to get enough blood flow for a vein. I'm always asked to do push-ups or wait while they get some child size butterfly needle at these places, meanwhile, an entire lynch mob of angry porn people are getting restless.

My agent calls the next day and I work for said director, but not with him, two weeks later.
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