The hotel where Divine died, is soon to be gone forever. It sits empty on Hollywood Boulevard, with a single sad tattered boa hanging from its roof. Mocking me. Not being one to enjoy mockery (well, being mocked anyway), get a load of this:
The hotel where Divine died, is soon to be gone forever. It sits empty on Hollywood Boulevard, with a single sad tattered boa hanging from its roof. Mocking me. Not being one to enjoy mockery (well, being mocked anyway), get a load of this: