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Klaus Zutsy #1: Models In Trouble |
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So I got this modeling gig- this guy on Etsy selling clothes, bags and shoes. Every couple of weeks I model clothes for a few hours, and they pay me $350. I've done this gig about 10 times now.
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Here's the guy I work for. His name is Tommy Dong.
And yes, that's his real name. His dad's from Loas, and his Mom's from Santa Ana. His name is Tommy Dong and his company is called Tommy Dong's- better than Tommy's Dong I guess. So here I am on the best gig I've ever had, and I've become the 'Tommy Dong' girl. FML But- it's $350. |
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Here's the third member of Tommy Dong enterprises- our photographer, Klaus. He's alright- not my type though.
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It's late Thursday night, and the shoot is nearly over. One last outfit, bag and shoes and we're done. I get my $350 and go home.
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We're about done shooting, and I'm tired as hell, so I just lay down and Klaus takes another couple of shots. "Play like you're dead" he says. "No problem"...and I closed my eyes while listening to the shutter on his camera. It was relaxing really...I dozed off.
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The next day, Tommy is banging on my front door. He's all worked up about something and then freaks out when I answer the door. He pushed me back into the house. Dude's freaking out.
So Klaus posted the pic of me to Instagram, with the caption, "OMFG- spent the entire night with the cops. This girl actually died at our last shoot. I can't believe I photographed a dead woman. (OD if anyone cares) RIP Danielle. I am so freaked out right now!" Evidently that blew up our Instagram big time. Everyone wants the bag the dead girl has and the fucking Amazon account is going nuts. I mean, this shit is big- literally overnight. I mean last week Tommy sold like 3 bags, and now not even a whole factory of kids in Vietnam can keep up with the orders. But Tommy's got a problem- and I got a problem too. I can't be alive. So he's got to stash me (or kill me...which I realized later) and that's why I'm here right now. I'm at one of those places that celebrities go to detox, or binge, or whatever they do out here. All I know right now is that I'm getting paid for this shit, and getting paid big. |
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I've been here 6 days, and I haven't seen the sun the entire time. Tommy calls, and says he'll make it worth my while, but that's it.
Klaus stopped by a couple of times, and he's pissed. Tommy doesn't pay him shit, and now he thinks he should get some money just to keep his mouth shut. I can see his point. Tommy's getting rich I guess, but we don't know where the money is going. Klaus still models and he came by to tell me he can get me a really good gig- but Tommy keeps saying he'll come through. That bastard better- because I'm getting tired of sitting here. |
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Tommy Dong still needs to come through with more shots, new products, new looks. And I can't show up in any pictures, so we had to find a new model.
I came through on this one...I got to know everyone at the hotel- I mean, I was pretty damn bored. I hooked up with one of the girls at the front desk a few times, and I figured she could be the next Tommy Dong girl. Fucker still hasn't paid me my money...but the hotel is taken care of, so it's all good. |
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Okay, so here's the best part about this chick. She can disappear, and nobody will know. She's only been here for a couple months- no friends, no family. Shit, being the Tommy Dong girl will be the best thing that ever happened to her.
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Yeah...by the way, convincing Tommy what he needed to do, didn't take much work at all.
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We need another dead model shot.
But I can't afford the dead model I have now. |
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I think this time, she really needs to die.
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You sick fuckin' bastard!
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He actually did it...that stupid fucker shot her. Just to sell more shoes. WTF?
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So Klaus was pissed.
I told him what he had to do. And Klaus listened to me. They always do. |
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You punk. You were just too afraid to do it. But this is it, this how we get rich. Imagine never having to work again just because people must have your bags. Every woman will want Tommy Dong all over her.
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You sick bastard. Fashion was meant to be enjoyed, not to incite murder.
Esmeralda, this is for you.
Please don't...please don't kill me.
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I'll cut you in 50/50.
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We can be partners!
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I can't be partners with someone like you.
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So that's how I ended up going from being the Tommy Dong girl, to being Tommy Dong.
Nobody knew who Tommy was anyway. He dealt with suppliers somewhere in Asia, and sold through Amazon. Nobody ever really knew Tommy Dong. |
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Klaus left town. I believe he was running some European circuit of cheap backroom modeling. I don't think he ever picked up the camera again after taking pictures of the dead girl.
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