The price of beauty, and the price of fame. You can afford that house in the country, but you can't leave that house. Forever entangled in barbed-wire no matter which way you turn. You can't run, you can't hide, not ever, and who loves you for you?! The more famous you are, the more you will be hounded, and you had better not step a foot wrong. The same people that loved you will be just as quick to tear you to shreds. How did we become so mean? I am English and the English press have to be the worst. I also lived in the Netherlands for 26 years, and it's not like the UK at all when it comes to celebrity. I wouldn't wish fame on my worst enemy and loved living in Amsterdam for its anonymity.
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