#Julie Crosby

[xtrablak674]

Reprimand: First Warning

May 18, 1996

Mr. Trevor Brown

BY HAND DELIVERY

Dear Trevor

I am distressed to learn of your encounter at the hotel with our Company Manager Julie Crosby on Friday, May 17 1996. On Thursday evening you were given verbal instructions by Julie not to post the schedule in the lobby. On both occasions you completely disregarded these instructions, this time in writing, not to post the schedule in the lobby. On both occasions you completely disregarded them, you called Julie in her room at the hotel. You argued extensively with Julie and eventually hung up on her, went to her room, and threatened her physically.

Trevor, there is a marked difference between yelling on the phone and going late at night to the Company Manager's room and yelling through a closed door "Girl, now its on. Get out here." at her, and continuing with such demands and taunts in a very threatening manner. Such behavior is both unacceptable and utterly inappropriate.

Please consider this your first and final warning that such behavior will not be tolerated in the future.

Trevor, you are expected to comply with the directions of your supervisors and to execute such instructions in a professional manner at all times. It is my experience and understanding that you have not been doing this.

In addition to your disregard for our Company Manager, and among other things, you failed to meet the musicians and the Divas at the airport, and you neglected to insure Bunny and Olivette were were on the bus after rehearsal one evening. We all realize that mistakes happen, however, we trust that you will be more assiduous in consulting with your supervisors in a respectful manner and that you will stop handling matters however you please, regardless of instructions to the contrary.

We have a wonderful, harmonious company and wish-as we believe you do-to keep it that way. We trust that there will be no reason to discuss these matters now or in the future.

Sincerely,

Mel Howard

cc: Norman Rothstein

My blood boils and my neck gets stiff with not only anger but rage as I sit and retype this letter for this issue. It just makes me want to scream the way someone can take something you've done and twist it and make it out into what they want to. It really makes you begin to feel really hopeless, about anybody being left on the planet with any kindness or honesty.

Mel that lying frog took everything I did and twisted it to meet his sick perceptions, the line that made me just want to pack up my shit was at the end of the first paragraph, "...went to her room and threatened her physically."

For all of you that read my side of the story last issue [Betrayed Vol 3, issue 3, Number 8] know this is not how it happened and thats the way I feel about the whole tour, the management would be so untruthful and dishonest, which is something diametrically opposed to who I am and as Julie goes on to say in the next letter. I would protest the decisions that management would try to implement. Well Julie I have never been a good house niggah, and after our first encounter, knowing that you physically felt threatened by me a machination of your own insecurities being played out by a young brilliantly intelligent spiritually and morally centered brother of African descent, whose work was of the highest caliber unlike your own, made you feel very insecure about not only yourself but your eternal son. Call your therapist Julie, I think you have some issus to work out. Or maybe your local spiritual organization and work out those issues of the soul or soulessness. Well Julie got the final word ten days before the tour was to end, or did she?

Reprimand: Final Warning

July 17, 1996

Dear Trevor,

You were hired by TCA International Productions Corporation to be a part of the management team of BLACK AND BLUE. As you certainly are aware, you have had continuous difficulty adapting [Lying and being dishonest] to the demands of this team management effort. You have received a written letter regarding your behavior on May 18, 1996, and you were warned verbally about your behavior and actions a number of times, most recently meeting with me, Norman Rothstein, and Philipple Mongay on June 29th. During the past several weeks, you have become more and more uncooperative. You protest the very management decisions and policies that you should be helping implement. You agitate the very company that you should be helping to calm. In short, you have not been a help to management but a constant hinderance.

For these reasons, we have decided to terminate our agreement and send you home tomorrow, Thursday, July 18th.

Additionally, you are being paid in full for your services though the end of your contract term. I am enclosing your paychecks for both week-endings July 21 and July 28. Both of these checks include the local per diem monies you would have been paid in cash on this Friday and next.

Trevor I wish you better success in your future endeavors and all good happiness in the things to come. [I really believe in you, Julie]

Sincerely,

Julie Crosby

Company Manager

CC: Norman Rothstein

Mel Howard

I was free at last from the plantation mentality that was playing out on this Black show with all white management. Julie would like to say that it wasn't a Black and white thing but it is. When she accused a young Black man of attempting to assault her, she played a race card. If I wasn't gay would she have said next that I tried to rape her?

Its something that made me fear for my life while I was in Europe, this eighty-five pound, five foot two inch white woman says a six foot, one-hundred eighty pound Black man attempted to assault her. Who do you think they're believing. You made it Black or white Ms. Crosby, you showed your White Privilege Card and said "Get yo uppity niggah ass down where you belong." Oh god what did I do to be so Black and Blue?

Afterwords: None, I said all that needed to be said in my record of this account back in ninety-six.

[Photo by Brown Estate]

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all photos by Henry Diltz

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Fairy godmother's (ANNETTE CROSBIE) outfits in The Slipper and the Rose: The Story of Cinderella (1976)

costume design by Julie Harris

requested by anonymous

[camyfilms]

CALENDAR GIRLS 2003

The flowers of Yorkshire are like the women of Yorkshire. Every stage of their growth has its own beauty, but the last phase is always the most glorious. Then very quickly they all go to seed.

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Magazine clippings

[just-animaxiz]

Me seeing people get into Goosebumps Horrorland and making fanfic / fanart content for them:

[bobbie-robron]

I made a right mess of things, Diane. (Part 2)

Jack and Andy deal with the police (PC Julie Finch) about the circumstances of the accident. The police find the cash Max pilfered from Tom. At the hospital Jack fills Diane in on what happened between Robert (who’s long gone) and Andy. The Sugdens see a devastated Tom at the hospital as they head home. Tom believes he cursed Max and how he’s gone.

And that, ladies and gents, completes young Robert’s story.

03-Oct-2005

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𝒯𝑜𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝒸𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝓊𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒸 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝒾𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒, ℐ 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓦𝓮𝓼𝓽𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭. ℰ𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓂𝓈 𝒻𝓊𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝑜𝓁 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒜ℐ 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓀, 𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝑜 𝒶𝓌𝓇𝓎. 𝒮𝑜 𝓌𝑒𝒾𝓇𝒹 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓋𝒾𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓁𝓎 70'𝓈, 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝒻𝒾𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒾𝑔𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒. 𝒲𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓉 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓈𝒾𝒷𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝓊𝓈 𝒶𝓈 𝒾𝓉 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒻𝒾𝓁𝓂? 𝒲𝒽𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌𝓈, 𝐘𝐮𝐥 𝐁𝐫𝐲𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓁𝒻𝓊𝓃𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑔𝓊𝓃𝓈𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 ���𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃𝒽𝒾𝓁𝓁. 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒻𝒾𝓁𝓂 𝒾𝓈 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓈𝒾𝒷𝓁𝓎 𝑔𝑜 𝓌𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝒻𝒾𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒾𝑔𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒. ℐ 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓈 𝒶 𝓀𝒾𝒹 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓈 𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒜ℐ. ℛ𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓇𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒻𝒾𝓁𝓂 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓋𝒾𝑒��𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝓊𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓋𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓉.

[thehumanarkle]

Shameless Cashgrab Season 11 Episode 3: The Man Who Loved Women (1983)

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This may sound harsh, but I get the feeling the 1977 French film this is a remake of isn't going to be any better if I ever bother to watch it.

Drinking game: Take a shot every time someone in this movie says "whore." You'll have a solid buzz by the end of the movie. Or you'll be passed out if you're a lightweight.

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[outfitsinspiration]

Who: Rocky Barnes

What: Miron Crosby Kate Cowboy Boots in Crème ($2,750.00) Where: Instagram - July 16, 2024

Worn with: Lamarque vest top, Ser.o.ya jeans, Bottega Veneta bag, Gladys Tamez hat

[crosby-interesting]

It’s so weird how the Petry family left. Like, no post to thank the team? No one talks about them? Embarrassing

Maybe this fact and Kayla’s similar behavior will help some people take off their rose-colored glasses. There is no healthy atmosphere in the team and in the group of wags in Pens and there impossible be ‘cause pr control is too strong

[xtrablak674]

When God Closes A Door He Opens A Window

I rode home last nite from 17th Street to Coop City in the Bronx on my bicycle; it was truly spiritual.

"RUFF RUFF GROWL SNARL RUFF RUFF GROWL SNARL."

I stick my head into the offices of Norman Rothstein and am met by this unforeseen welcome. A dog, in the office, which I find quite odd, in an office that is.

"Hold on calm down boy, calm down. How may I help you?"

"I have a 3:00 with Norman."

"Name?"

"Trevor Brown."

"OK Mr. Brown have a seat."

The office was decorated with Broadway show posters and one comer seemed to be dedicated to The Cosby Show publicity shots. I looked at the posters looking for names of people I have worked with so I could make sure I dropped a name every now and then. There was a little boy in the office, with his mother obviously there for an audition, freckled, reddish brown hair, blue eyes, cute.

"Sir, why did the dog bark at him when he came in and didn't bark at me."

Perceptive child.

"This dog is not a house dog, Its a guard dog its here to protect the offices at night, Its trained to bark at tall... men carrying bags."

Why didn't he just say black men. I thought back to the sign outside the door that said: MESSENGERS' PLEASE KNOCK BEFORE ENTERING. I wasn't a messenger, so I didn't knock. I wondered what happened to the brother that just barged in unannounced. To bad this dog wasn't hip to the abolishment of Jim Crow laws. Or maybe his master... Nah I'm not going to go there. I might be bein a bit over-sensitive.

Anyway, I'm lookin sharp in my, after tryin on twelve outfits, olive and grey knit, matching pant and shirt outfit, with a tweed salt and pepa vest, with one of the single brown top buttons buttoned. White bucks. No tie, I hate ties, tight fitting things around the neck, maybe its a Black thing.

I had gotten a call from Julie Crosby, that Sunday nite, she was our house manger on Hello Again, my first time out at Lincoln Center. I was happy to be there, but very depressed because I got hired there on the tail-end of my Feld Ballet tour and my father and my buddy Ray's death. We didn't stay in one place long enough for me to deal with those emotions so they surfaced at LCT.

I thought Julie hated me because she was so chipper and I couldn't even pretend to be happy, so I hated her cheerfulness. Anyway, this woman was telling me that she was impressed with my work as a PA and wanted to know if I was interested in interviewing for a position on a European tour of Black & Blue, to leave in two weeks.

Interested? I was praying for it especially after feeling so snubbed by Fred Omer at a recent job interview, that I didn't get. My future ex-husband Corey was right when he said " When God closes a door, she opens a window." Julie gave me the number of the general manager and told me to give him a call Monday morning. I did give him a call Monday morning. Interviewed at 3:00 got a call Tuesday morning to come in and sign a contract. I had twelve days till I left that would make the departure date, April 28th.

Oh Shit, Mark is back off his tour on the 27th. Goddamnit, we've just had our first lunaversary and just entered our fifth week. I was so happy, I had made it this far. I really like Mark. I met him on the train, still freshly in my top-mode I thought he'd be a quick fuck. A little thing like him is gonna be scuffin his heal on the ceiling fan the minute he hits my bed. Well that's what I thought. I had fucked this thick brawny construction worker a couple weeks before and he had screamed and squirmed under me like a bitch, and I felt god-like and wanted nothin but big beefy guys to submit to my manhood.

"Yeah, who's your daddy, who's your daddy?"

Oh boy, I've been hangin around Joel too much.

So there I am in an off-white outfit feelin all butch standing an impressive 6'1" in my boots, lookin at this little about 5' 7" platinum blond boy. We were sort of checkin each other out on the train, but I didn't want to scare him, havin been sort of accused of stalkin this guy. Beside, I'm huge!

We didn't actually talk until about S. Second Street. I learned he lived two block away on South Sixth. I joked that was a galaxy away. He said he had some things to do and would ring my bell when and if he completed them.

"RING!"

Eleven-thirty. Oh Shit. I didn't think he was going to show up, there I am in my oversized jumper, houseware, no pumps on, cuz I wouldn't want him to think that I'm a drag queen or something.

I change the radio from CD 101.9 to Hot 97, dim the lights, burn the incense and jet downstairs. I open the door slowly nonchalantly.

"Come on in, I didn't think you'd show up."

We get comfortable on my large forest-green sectional, I lite more candles. I soon learn that he's a ballet dancer with a company called Trockadero, a male company that dances on point, and in drag. He's cute. His baby blue eyes sharp nose, supple eyes look good on his five foot seven inch, one hundred and thirty pound sinewed frame.

My hands were cold. Which usually only happens when I am nervous, which is rare. This man makin me, Trevor nervous? Why? Why does he excite me? Why can't I wait to feel his lips on mine, my arms in his and his in mine? One of the reasons is that he's been such a gentleman, we've been talking for about an hour and a half and he's not made one move to grab me.

He's busted up a bunch of stereotypes, that I had, me Mr. PC, me with issues of sizism and believing the gay communities hype about short men bein bottoms, platinum blonds being punks, and white men being ignorant. He's not made me feel one bit objectified. He's not into "Black Men" which nowadays is my biggest turn-off. It's important to me to be liked for bein me, "Trevor". So its funny the thing that I would hate happenin to me the most, I did to him. Damn, I can be the biggest hypocrite.

So now five weeks later my affection for him has grown, and I'm about to be sent away for thirteen weeks. He's gonna be in Japan for two and a half months and I over heard a conversation with him and his mother talking about going to Minneapolis for a little while. Whats I'm gonna do? What I'm gonna do? I lo...like him a lot but I have the libido of three suns, I need to be around him. Thirteen weeks, oh God give me the strength to bear this burden, knowledge to make the right decision and the wisdom to stick by that decision.

Of all the changes I go thru as I embrace life with a new vigilance. This is the most difficult. As I ride my bike and work muscles that I haven't worked in years, its just like the emotional muscles that haven't been used very often, and I hope they will be strengthened as my legs have been from riding this bicycle.

[Afterwords: You know the first thing that leaps out to me is that, I wasn't as bad a writer as I thought I was. Even with the lack of re-reading what I wrote, the general structure, the level of detail and intimacy and even how I wrapped the piece up were masterful. All I needed was a bit more prodding to proofread the work and do some mild re-writing where necessary. I thought my grammar and sentence structure was horrible and this just isn't true. It upsets me because I could have been writing short-form work my entire life if I had the proper encouragement and support.

I have seriously thought for years that this zine was totally and completely unreadable, and that just isn't the case. This story was a perfect time capsule of what was happening in my life at the time, and just like I still do there were extraneous bits that gave more context to my life and things that were going on outside of the main story. If that isn't good writing I am not sure what is.

There are a few things that I want to expound upon a bit more to give better context. That was a racist interaction in Rothstein's office and its silly to attempt to say it was something else. Even I can clearly see that Rothstein wanted to say the dog was trained to bark at Black men. Curiously this was a foreboding of what my experience would be on this trip coupled with the fact that in my interview I was literally told that I was hired because I was Black. Problematic much?

The production staff knew that touring an all Black production with an all whyte staff had bad optics, I was literally hired to be the token Black or quite plainly the house-nigger, who was ultimately supposed to side with master if anything went wrong which it inevitable did. That was actually the story I was looking for this morning, but started transcribing this one which I think is an excellent precursor to the other story because it sets up that this entire situation was racialized from jump.

My goodness how could I forget that ninety-six was a banner year in my development, it had many great highs and lows. I hint at it in the beginning of the piece, and it didn't sink in until I was doing my yoga, which is what I usually do after a first draft, then return afterwards to do a final edit before posting. I remembered this was the year I lived with my Aunt Mary in her Co-Op City apartment after giving up my Williamsburg apartment due to lack of work.

This was also the year I decided to leave the theatre and work in the corporate world. The next year I would start at my first advertising agency which would change the course of my life. But lets not get ahead of ourselves, I had a short timeline before this new tour started and Aunt Mary had given me an ultimatum that she couldn't care for both of my cats during my time out of the country. I had to do something that I will never forgive her for. I left my cat Poopsie out in a field, near some houses. I remember how traumatized by the entire experience that I wouldn't dare do that to Anastasia too, but by that time Aunt Mary had returned from wherever she was and said she could take care of Ana.

The thing is Anastasia was the most loving cat I had ever shared a home with and she had even melted Aunt Mary's heart with her very sweet and loving disposition and this saved her life, but forever left a black mark on my relationship with my favorite aunt.

Soon after I got back from this tour I would apply to jobs at Robert Half for temporary work and was assigned to a boutique agency called Kirshenbaum Bond Partners in Soho, the rest is history.

One of the extraneous bits of information I shared was that my father had died recently, this tour was in ninety-six, my father had died in ninety-three and I think Ray, who I was a buddy to through Gay Men's Health Crisis, died I within a year or so of my father dying. Ray was a victim of the AIDS crisis and I remember how hard this was for me, because my father was also called Ray. Losing two paternal figures so close to each other was very difficult, and at this time in my life I didn't realize I had a major depressive disorder that was much more than a seasonal issue.

Hello Again the musical production at Lincoln Center also ran in ninety-three so all of these things from three years ago were colliding. Lincoln Center was also the place I had met Julie Crosby, not really making it nepotism that had gotten me the Black & Blue tour but my work ethic witnessed on another job. In hindsight I have become hyper-aware of how much nepotism versus merit won me the jobs I had gotten in the past. I had come off of a tour with the Feld Ballet which also happened in ninety six, the Pounding Your Jefferson tour as we joked amongst ourselves, it was amazing to be touring once again and this time in Europe.

Joel Carceras is mentioned by first name, he is the same Joel who allegedly wrote the music for my short film which I talked about in a recent journal entry.

Now Mark Rudzitis, in all honesty I barely remember this five-week relationship from the mid-nineties. Mark was Latvian and as I wrote here from Minnesota. Curiously even though he lived two blocks away from me I never recall visiting him once during our month of dating. I also have no photos of him or us from this time, I am sure none were taken.

What I do have is the photoshoot I did in Hamburg with Oliver Boeshenstein the local production assistant we hired for the Black & Blue tour. Albeit I say Mark and I only lasted five weeks we attempted to stay in touch during our separate tours, I had commissioned the photoshoot just for him because I knew we didn't have any photos of each other. OMG I remember how crazy the phone bills were when I got back to the states, we attempted to talk a few times while he was in Japan and I was in Switzerland, and since this was a pre-internet era things were quite different and very expensive.

But ultimately we broke up, the long distance relationship didn't work. I remember it wasn't an amicable break because I went on to sleep with forty-two different men during my four month tour in Europe. Yes I remember the number specifically because it was a rage-filled sexual binge I was attempting to hurt Mark who wasn't even aware of what I was doing and probably at that point could care less.

I attempted to reconnect with him years later, but he had recently been mugged by some Black boys in Central Park and conflated his violent attack with some residual feelings about me so we never became friendly. I was sad because as I can see from this piece I had fond memories of him and wanted to see how he was doing. Clearly he wasn't the same person I had cruised on the train, dated for five weeks and never felt objectified by. The major failing of our country had finally corrupted his spirit leaving him now with nothing but disdain and hate for Black people especially Black men.

[Photo by Brown Estate]

[meadow-dusk]

©️ Henry Diltz

[perfettamentechic]

24 agosto … ricordiamo …

24 agosto … ricordiamo … #semprevivineiricordi #nomidaricordare #personaggiimportanti #perfettamentechic

2022: Joe E. Tata, Joseph Evan Tata, attore statunitense conosciuto per il ruolo di Nat Bussichio all’interno del serial televisivo Beverly Hills 90210. Tata in seguito apparve anche in alcuni telefilm, come Streghe, e soap opera come General Hospital. Da tempo soffriva della malattia di Alzheimer.È stata sposato con l’attrice Susan Levy. (n. 1936) 2022: William Reynolds, William de Clerq…

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Stand And Be Counted - Crosby Stills Nash And Young - 1999

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subject to change photoshoot, via Kelsea’s instagram post on July 12, 2022 

>> Miron Crosby cowboy boots in kirstin crème ($2,795) 

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