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Gossip Time, New York City!

Live from the Big Apple,it’s the show that has its finger on the pulse of the city…

Wake up! Get the husband to work! Send the kids to school.

Because it’s time for the dynamic duo and you to pull up a chair…

It’s Gossip Time, New York City!

Tristan:Hello, hello, New York City! Welcome to Gossip Time! I’m your host this morning, Tristan Manning!

Natalie:And I’m your single and available co-host Natalie Bell!

Tristan:We sure have a show for—wait, what the fuck? Natalie?

Natalie:Send dick pics! We’ll send you the scoop on the latest development in the Clarendon Tower drama that, honestly, I have been living for. Who will get the space?

Tristan:No! Do not send fucking dick pics. And no, producer, I don’t care how much the show gets fucking fined. Natalie what the fuck?

Natalie:Okay, actually, don’t send me dick pics. I buy lipstick colors based on what would look good on your cock, Tristan, so don’t talk about how sexy Serena James is today, okay?

Tristan:Baby, is that what you’re upset about?

Natalie:One point for the male gender, ladies and gentlemen. I mean, he already knows where my G-spot is and now it looks like he can pick up hints roughly the size of Manhattan.

Tristan:Shit, so the last month and a half you’ve been...wait it all makes perfect fucking sense now. Well, the good news is this Clarendon Tower drama is almost over. The Condo Board should be voting this week on who gets to move into their flagship retail space on 57th and 7th Avenue.

Natalie:Yes! This is more exciting than The Bachelor. I bet Serena’s taking reservations already for spa appointments, but Colt didn’t get where he is by accident. Does anyone have a solid prediction on who might be the victor?

Tristan:All I know is that my spies say not to write off Hiram Hooskins and his Jobs Center.

Natalie:Hmm. I guess that’s fair. Hiram just doesn’t have the same flair that Serena and Colt do. But we really won’t know until we know, and when’s that final vote again, Tristan?

Tristan:In four days. After that, we won’t have to follow the comings and goings of Clarendon Tower like a hawk.

Natalie:However will we occupy ourselves for four whole days while we wait? I demand entertainment. Wait, I am the entertainment...

Tristan:You know, no matter what I said on the air about Serena James, over the last few months, there’s something I wanted to say to you too.

Natalie:Oh?

Tristan:I love you, Natalie Bell.

Natalie:Holy fuck. I mean, I love you too Tristan Manning! Keep those eyes on nobody but me.

Tristan:What about when I turn you around and bend you over?

Natalie:Won’t you be looking at my ass?

Tristan:It’s a gorgeous fucking ass, baby.

Natalie:That’s it for our show! Put our stand-ins in or something. Will you take my mic?

Tristan:Yeah, let’s go fuck in the producer’s office like we did that one time. On her desk.

Natalie:Oooh. Yes.

Tristan: And that’s our show, folks! When we come back, our stand-ins will hopefully have something to talk about, but right now I gotta go and I’m not reading any of the notes I have.

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