Beautiful, Dirty, Rich

Beautiful, Dirty, Rich

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Kim By kimberlyygreene Updated Sep 14, 2011

She was five months older than me, but that didn’t make her anymore grown up. Actually, one would consider me the more mature of the two of us: she was an Upper East Side princess that had everything handed to her on a platter, while I was a small-town West Coast girl that actually worked. We had nothing in common, other than our last name.