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December 11, 2006

Miami Suffers from Paris-itis (There Is No Cure)

On Saturday night, Paris Hilton hit Prive’s “Couture Assassins” event with a sweaty and  bloated Brandon Davis and a few other friends, running downstairs to the main door a half an hour later to fetch her flavor of the week, Stavros Niarchos, throwing her arms around his neck and saying “My honey is here!” Paris promptly ordered a bottle of Stoli Elite vodka to the table, but apparently couldn’t wait the few minutes for the waitress to deliver it to her table, because she leaned over to the neighboring table of graffiti artists in town for Art Basel and asked them if she could mix a drink from their bottle. Legendary street artist Futura genuinely seemed like he had no clue who she was, but happily agreed nonetheless. Later in the night, with her vodka and red bull fix in seeming to have taken effect, she jumped on the couch to dance to “Bette Davis Eyes.”

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