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i'm a regular reader of the gawker stalker. partly because i'm a total gossip ho and partly because you can unearth entertaining little nuggets like this one:

"A frumpy, dressed down Monica Lewinsky picking up her order at an otherwise empty Pop Burger in Chelsea Monday afternoon. Not really all that notable, except that the song that came over the PA just as I noticed it was her was “Cream” by Prince. I was standing right next to her when it got to the, “You’ve got the horn so why don’t you blow it,” part, but didn’t detect any kind of reaction. I, however, busted a gut on the inside."