She’s also putting together a second book. "It’s filled with the hundreds of thousands that didn’t make book one. You all know who you are," she says, leaning in close to the tape recorder. "Damn skippy, baby. I’ve lived my life full throttle. Vroom, vroom. I’m Janice, baby. I broke the mold. Vroom, vroom. On my way to book two. It’s going to be a hoot and holler."
August 23, 2002
Girl Gone Wild
NEW YORK — In a single bound Janice Dickinson crosses the lobby of the very corporate Omni Berkshire Place hotel on 52nd Street and greets a photographer with "Where do you want me?" A couch in the lounge won’t do, she says; it clashes...
She’s also putting together a second book. "It’s filled with the hundreds of thousands that didn’t make book one. You all know who you are," she says, leaning in close to the tape recorder. "Damn skippy, baby. I’ve lived my life full throttle. Vroom, vroom. I’m Janice, baby. I broke the mold. Vroom, vroom. On my way to book two. It’s going to be a hoot and holler."
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