Or in this case, on the weeknight.
Lindsay “Out Calls Only” Lohan continued giving us the international remake of “How to Marry a Millionaire…or At Least Fuck with One So He Gives You 8-ball Money” in Paris last night when she left a club called Raspoutine with the owner Andre Saraiva. Community Service can go and eat itself, because Cokey du Jour is out there putting names in her little black book. LiLo’s got Client #1 in New York, Client #2 in Milan and now she’s got Client #3 in Paris. I knew there had to be a reasonable explanation for why Heidi Fleiss’ parrot was always whispering into White Oprah’s ear on the ho stroll’s prime corner.
I can’t even bring myself to sprinkle hate on LiLo. Snatching jooree is so OVER and it’s all about snatching up a stack of hundreds on the nightstand with your snatch. Click clack, click clack. Yes, a bitch can argue that LiLo’s snatch game is worth whatever the price tag on a box of stale PEEPS reads three days after Easter, but she is a MOVIE STAR!!! (I’m sure White Oprah wrote that exact line on her Craigslist ad).
Here’s more of LiLo serving the community in Paris last night. The sight of her in that dress might make you sing “the cooookey in reeeeeed“ to yourself and her dude looks like Mo from The Simpsons in Danny Zuko drag, but at least ho is keeping the bar stocked.