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Material Mom

I kind of feel bad for my neighbor.

Can't a material girl just buy adopt an African orphan in peace? I mean, really, you make all that money overcharging for non-air-conditioned concerts and then you can't even spend it.

Oh wait, he's not an orphan ... he has a father. And an uncle who can read and write, who wants a free trip to Marylebone.

And then there's that silly problem of laws, both African and English.

The paparazi's hanging out by her front door tonight. Don't they realize she'll go in and out of the mews entrance? That's where all the security cameras are.