Years ago, 2007 or 2008, I was at this dive bar in Playa Del Rey when this dude came in and sat at the bar beside me. He either was to begin with, or very quickly became, kinda tipsy. He told me that he had been one of Kim Kardashian’s managers–I don’t recall asking, but people tell me things I don’t ask about all the time–and that the sex tape was completely planned.
“She saw what that shit did for Paris and she wanted in on it. They shot, like, 10 hours of footage!”
He then proceeded to tell me where Kim lived and almost told me the passcode to get in, but I stopped him because I didn’t think that was something a stranger should know about her.
For whatever that’s worth.