[B]ecause Contessa Brewer is a cheap, sore-riddled nasty bit of gutterscrunge who'll rent you her mouth for the change in your pocket. A tawdry wallow-trollop oozing with syphilitic fester who raises her filthy skirts at the scent of crack-smoke. A disease-dripping pincushion, the media's vile mattress of last resort, a pathogen in garish vinyl high heels, a loose-toothed croup-breathed nightcrawler reeking of bathtub gin and the genetic stink of human desperation.
(Headline title stolen from Robert Stacy McCain who used it not too long ago)
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