My Amazon screen is open and I'm braceD to purchase that Valentino biography, tbh. I usually gravitate toward the most modern books on any classic star because presumably they have the most up-to-date information, but after the Crawford biography from 1978 and now this great Garbo one, I'm getting a feel for the vintage books.
Here I thought you two were talking something scandalous:
Even if it's a male escort dancing to Justify my Love asking you to unzip his leather shorts with your teeth and bang him as hard as you can while the song is still playing and his army boots are already around your neck?
Or is that wrong?
I feel like Madonna in the US in 2003/4.