"A friend of mine used to work security at one of the big casinos on the Strip in Vegas. Woody Harrelson got him fired. I think Woody has since sobered up, but he used to be a huge drunk. He was staying in one of the high-rise rooms of the casino and from the balcony and into the lobby, he threw a cake. My friend went to the room and Woody was totally wasted and totally naked with a bunch of hookers in his room.
My friend told him he needed to get his act together and not throw things into the hotel lobby from up on high. Woody tried to attack him (again, he is completely naked) and drunkenly shouting and making an absolute scene. Woody complained to my friend's boss that he was harassing him and got my friend fired. To this day, my friend who has worked security his whole life said it was one of the worst encounters he has ever had with anyone, let alone a celebrity, and was the only job he's ever gotten the ax for. All because Woody Harrelson was an absolute twat, but famous"
"I lived in the same town as Justin Bieber (Stratford, Ontario). There are only 30,000 people in the town and I'm only a year younger than him so we had a ton of mutual friends, played basketball together and I frequently saw him at social gatherings. He was possibly the most arrogant little s--- I've ever met, he would brutally make fun of people, disrespect adults for no reason and one of my best friends told me that at a hockey game he pissed in some people's cups for no reason.
The pissing in cups is probably the worst individual thing I've hear of him doing, it was mainly just that he was a constant douche. He was always mean to people and extremely self centered. I saw him once savagely make fun of a nice younger girl because her teeth were crooked. It was pretty hard to watch to be honest. I thought I'd include a bonus fact. One time in grade 7 or so, my friend punched Justin in the face and he cried like an absolute little b----. You can't tell from the way the media portrays him, but he is REALLY small, one of the shortest guys I've met. It was good to see his mouth shut and I still think about it today"
"William Shatner. I've dealt with him on film projects, at comic conventions, and on a sponsorship deal. He's universally a d--- to everyone: making volunteers cry, telling fans to pose a certain way or he won't take their picture, refusing to say even a word to people who paid $100 for an autograph. Just this weekend he was wicked drunk at a convention in San Jose and humiliated a bunch of volunteers. He needs help. All of the other original Star Trek cast members are great. Leonard Nimoy before he died, George Takei, Walter Koenig, Nichelle Nichols, friendly and amazing people"
"When I first moved to Los Angeles 15 years ago I got work doing a special event and party catering via a friend of mine. I've done everything from bat mitzvahs to the Oscars. Along the way, I've met or interacted with hundreds of celebrities. As someone once said, you can truly judge a person's personality based on how they treat the help.
For the most part, most big time A-list types are very cordial and tipped well. Some were high maintenance but generally okay. Peoples whose careers were over or on their way down were very nice and humble. The worst ones, by far, were the C or D list types. The ones that were on their way up were especially bad. The only example that springs to mind are this party I was bartending that Tom Arnold was attending. He treated me and the rest of the staff like absolute s--- and kept looking to the other party goers like, 'Hey, look at me being an a--hole to the little people.' I've heard from friends still in the business that he's gotten much better but that could be because he has no real career anymore. I've been asked who was the best person I met or the best experience.
There's only one. It was a rainy night during the Oscars. I was outside having a smoke break when Selma Hayek came out looking for her car without an umbrella. Seeing I had one I offered to escort her to her car. She accepted and we chatted for a little bit as she held on tightly to my arm. I thought I was going to die"
"My great grandmother was a nurse at a hospital and a baseball player had come in to visit some kids for some low-key PR thing. She wasn't a baseball fan so she had no clue who he was. He said he was there for whichever room he had to be in. I remember the conversation verbatim because of how often she told it.
G: What's the name?
M: You telling a joke or something?
G: No. I need your name for the register.
M: You don't know who I am?!
G: Do you know who I am?
G: Well, how do you do, my name is Adeline, what's yours?
M: [scoffs] Mickey Mantle.
G: And how do you spell it?
M: Christ, lady! maybe you didn't hear me...Mick-ey Man-tle.
G: maybe you didn't hear me, how...do...you...spell...it?
M:[long pause, gritted teeth] M...i...
She went home that night and told her husband what had happened and she said that there was a famous guy there that she didn't know who he was and he was really mad about it. Grandpa Al asked who it was. She told him it was like some baseball guy and she didn't know, and he was a total jackass. His name is Mickey something. Grandpa Al's response: 'MICKEY DAMN MANTLE?!'
I love that story"
"My sister-in-law worked on Capitol Hill and she has a lot of stories about politicians. Those who are actually nice and those who suck are surprising sometimes. Celebrities come up to the hill a lot to pitch for whatever charities or issues they support.
She said Angelina Jolie was incredibly kind, while Catherine Zeta-Jones yelled at her for being a 'liar' when she asked for an autograph for her little sister and refused to give it to her (she accused my SIL of wanting an autograph for herself)"
"It guess this is depending on who you were in the situation. My dad met Christopher Walken in a bar, but it wasn't under pleasant circumstances.
Basically, Walken had been doing SOMETHING in the area (my dad has no clue what) and he walked into the bar around 8 or 9 pm. My dad wasn't that old, maybe in his 30s tops. So this was about 20 years ago or so.
As soon as Walken sits down, people at the bar start mobbing him for autographs, grabbing s----y stained napkins, baring skin, whatever it'd take to get his autograph. He just stood up angrily, shouted something akin to 'F--- off! All of you! Leave me the f--- alone!' And then pointed to my dad and said, 'But give that guy a drink on me. He's the only one who didn't give a s---,' ...or something to that effect. My dad doesn't believe in being starstruck, so he kinda just went, 'Neat, Christopher Walken,' and continued watching tv"
"I'm surprised no one has mentioned Lance Armstrong. He came to NYC a couple years back for business or something and reached out to the coach of my triathlon team to see if he could swim with us during his visit. Awesome, right...? Wrong. We were all pumped for the swim that day but he ended up being a huge d--- and a diva in the pool. Additionally, he divorced his wife that had seen him through cancer/chemotherapy, and whom he had kids with so that he could date other celebrities. On another note, I have read all the stories about how Michael Phelps is a d---, but he also swam with us a while back and he was very pleasant and polite"
"For me, it was definitely Will Smith. Bad Boys 2 was filmed in Miami. One of the scenes involves the metro-mover (a mass transit rail system that operates in downtown). My father owned a large plot of empty land near a key metro-mover stop. He agreed to let them film and use his land as a base of operations. All he asked for in return was some passes for me and a friend to visit a 'closed set.' I guess I was like 13 years old at the time. So myself, a friend of mine, and my father all go to the closed set on the specified day.
We get in just fine. The person taking us around was awesome. We got the whole tour, etc. Then, our guide asked us if we wanted to meet the stars. We go up to the metro-mover station and see the filming taking place. Both Will Smith and Martin Lawrence are there. After the scene was over, our guide approaches Will Smith and tries to tell him who we are, and how nice of our family it was to give the land for free for the filming. Will Smith proceeds to ignore her and then blows past myself and my friend and leaves without even acknowledging us. My friend and I were crushed.
Martin Lawrence saw all of this happen and immediately ran over to us. He apologized for Will Smith's actions and then talked to us for a good while. He was an incredibly nice person. But I was so disappointed in the way Will Smith treated us. He knew we were huge fans, that my family was doing their production a big favor, and didn't give a single f---.
I'll give a good celebrity encounter to balance this one out. I lived in the same building as Pharrell in Miami. I saw him on a regular basis (we took the same elevator up to our units). Not only is he one of the nicest celebrities I've ever met, he's also one of the nicest people. He is incredibly soft spoken and humble. And his kid is adorable and well mannered. His bodyguard, Ben, is also really cool. My friend who also lives in the building accidentally took the service elevator and ended up in the hall behind his unit. Ben was there and ended up giving my friend a whole tour of Pharrell's apartment. Pharrell also gave him a signed set of shoes. Every interaction I've had with both of them has been great. I couldn't have asked for better neighbors"
"My aunt was once an aspiring actress and was classmates with a bunch of now-famous actors at Julliard. She told me a story about Kevin Spacey, and this time he invited these two homeless men out for dinner at a really nice upscale restaurant. They went, and they had a really nice meal. After they ate, Kevin Spacey invited the two of them up to his hotel room, and they refused saying they were grateful for the meal but didn't want anything else. He told them that was fine, and that he needed to use the bathroom. He then ditched them there to pay the bill. Apparently he told this story to a bunch of people in his year, thinking it was a funny way he pranked a couple homeless guys. It really disappointed me when she told me this, because it was right after usual suspects and I thought he was fantastic in it"
"Al Roker blocked my high-school locker in 1999 and wouldn't let me access it even though the cameras weren't rolling yet (they did a segment on where Seinfeld went to school because the show was ending). I literally had to take out one book and he was going to make me wait until he finished his piece while my bus was waiting to take me home downstairs and was about to leave any minute. F--- you Al Roker, you (at the time) fat piece of s---"
"Toby Keith. The guy is all over the place with his patriotism and how much he loves and supports the troops. Truth is, he only gives a s--- about the army. He was doing a USO tour, and came through Iraq. We had a 'DV (Distinguished Visitor) tent"'set up, and after his show, some of the guys I worked with wanted to see him. He was in there about 6 hours or so before his flight, and they asked the guards who were outside his tent if they could meet him.
They heard his response clearly from inside, 'Tell the airmen they can take a picture of me when they take my bags to the plane.' To do that to someone, especially when support for the troops is part of your shtick, is just really f---ed up. He could have made that deployment a thousand times better for them, but instead, it just made them feel worse. I will forever hate him. Not just for being a hypocrite, but for treating those guys, my friends, like servants"
"Mariah Carey. I was working as a PA at the time and a friend of mine knew her assistant. So I get a call from said assistant to see if I wanted to make some extra money and help set up her house she was renting while she was in LA. We were supposed to start at 10 am. So I show up at 9:30 and there is about ten people standing in the driveway. I ask what's up and they say, 'They won't let us inside.' One of these ten people was her manager, one was someone very high up with Virgin records (basically her boss) and the other was the nanny with her (Mariah's) two kids.
None could go in. Not even her own children. We waited outside until 1:00....3 hours standing around and waiting because she's still sleeping. So we go inside and her assistant comes up to me and another PA and we are told, 'Don't look at her. If she comes into the room you're in leave. If you don't I have to ask you to leave.' This turns into basically a game of hide and seek while we're trying to set up the little princess's house. Around 7:00 the assistant asked us if we were hungry and she was going to order something. She asks if we like steak and of course we say, 'Hell yeah!' So she orders take out from Morton's steakhouse. A pretty damn nice place, around 50 bucks per steak, for the rest of the people there. At least there would be some good food at the end of this. Maybe she's not a huge b---h after all. So fricken' nice of her to do that for us. So the other PA and I are finishing up upstairs and everyone else is downstairs eating.
We finish up and head down to the kitchen and Mariah is there. We make sure not to look at her and wash our hands. As we turn around she is cutting up the two steaks left for us, and feeding them to her f---ing dogs. Then she looks at us and says, 'You guys can get something on your way home. They were hungry.' The assistant pulls us aside, asks us if we're finished, then handed us each 80 dollars. The agreed amount was 200 each. And says she'll get the rest to us. She never did"
"Christopher Mintz-Plasse aka Mclovin' in Superbad. At my old job, a coworker of mine used to get a lot of work as an extra and happened to be in a movie that Christopher was in. He said he was a pretty big douche. He had just been in a scene with him and went back to the craft services area, where Chris was sitting with some people. My coworker said hey to him, he looked at him and just said, 'What the f---?" in response"
"David Hasselhoff. I was working at a movie theater near the Betty Ford Center when he was there getting treatment for his binge drinking. They'd let him out on a day pass with two nurses as his minders and he came to the theater. I was working concessions that day, and he was there for the matinee showing. Right after getting his ticket, he comes up to my register to order - completely blowing by the line of 20+ people who were waiting patiently. I told him he needed to wait in line like everyone else.
He tried to pull the, 'Don't you know who I am?' line on me. 'Yes, Mr. Hasselhoff, I know who you are. I'm a big fan, actually. But it's not fair to the people who were here first to allow you to cut the line. Please step back and wait your turn.' He proceeded to throw a damn diva fit, yelling, hands thrown in the air. The nurses escorting him looked mortified. I just ignored it and helped the next person in line. After a bit, the manager came over and asked what was going on, then told him to either wait in line or leave. He left.
Looking back on it, he was going through a tough time, so I can kind of understand. I didn't know until after the fact that he was on a pass from the Betty, I just thought he was being a prissy stuck-up d--- and trying to get away with s-- because he was famous when I was a kid. But it's a bad first impression that's stuck with me"
"I work in the industry, so I have a few: John Cusack. Worked as a PA on Hot Tub Time Machine 2 and he was originally going to be in it. He was such an a--hole during production they fired him and rewrote his character out of it.
Sharon Stone. She was originally supposed to be in American Ultra, but she ended up getting fired the day that she arrived on set. First, as soon as she got on set she yelled at the AD that her ride from the hotel wasn't acceptable enough. Then, when it comes time to do her scene, she isn't prepared AT ALL, doesn't know her lines one bit, so she flips out and yells that they shouldn't be shooting this scene today. She goes into her trailer, and then when a PA went to check on her, she had trashed it. There was a huge spread of flowers and stuff to welcoming her to the set, and she just tore it to shreds. She also tore up her contract, subsequently causing the director to fire her.
Krysten Ritter. Worked on a movie with her that she had a few days filming on. Was a complete and total diva. Complained about EVERYTHING, was rude to the crew, just an all around s----y person. I actually grimaced when I heard Jessica Jones had good reviews. I kinda wish her career would tank because of how s-----y of a person she was to everyone. I could go on about other people, but this probably won't get read by anyone anyway. Honestly, I can't really think of any other huge a--holes that left a really deep imprint on me, with the exception of Martin Campbell. He's not a celebrity or anything, but he has directed a few noteworthy movies (Goldeneye, Green Lantern, the Zorro movies) and he was the worst person I have ever worked with hands down. It was for this made-for-tv movie, so it wasn't even a high profile film, but you would think that his life depended on it.
If he heard ANY kind of sound outside of what was going on in the scene, he would lose his goddamn mind. Screaming and cursing at the top of his lungs, throwing s----, bringing PA's to tears. If you even looked at him the wrong way, say goodbye. I just kept my head down and did my job, but it was a complete f---ng nightmare. Another one that was a huge pain was Nina Dobrev. She was just a miserable person to be around when she was filming. Always complaining. Her attitude was horrible (like Krysten's) and would just whine that it was too hot, or the lights were too bright, or she was uncomfortable, or not happy. She also smoked a lot, which is a turnoff for me personally.
Another person that wasn't an asshole, but who I'd heard is a really nice guy, is Ryan Reynolds. Now, he wasn't an a--hole by any means, but every person that I've ever talked to that's worked with him or has met him has said that he's super nice and personable. Well, I worked on a movie for a day with him in it, and it was just him and me in the scene. I was just doing stand-in work for the other character, so it was just us... And he didn't say a single word to me. He didn't even look at me. I know you may be thinking, 'Well, maybe he was just trying to stay in character, and doing that would have caused him to break it or lose his focus,' and I understand that, but the scene was not an intense one.
We were sitting on a couch next to each other for about an hour, maybe a little less. Not a head nod, or a smile or anything. I left feeling a little disappointed. I still like the guy, I guess I was just more confused than anything. On the flip side, I have met a few actors who are really down to earth and totally normal. To name a few Mila Kunis, which was awesome, but it still didn't stop me from being nervous as sh_t around her. I could barely even talk. She can be a little intimidating being as beautiful as she is. I also worked on a movie with T.J. Miller and Thomas Middleditch, and they were both very nice and very down to earth. They actually came up and introduced themselves to me (individually) before I could do it to them. And they would make jokes and just talk like us normal folks do. In my experience, there have been more normal/pleasant actors than there have been s----y ones"
"Rachel Ray. I work in a 'hip' burger restaurant on a very popular street in Austin. Many celebrities have come in and most of them have been extremely warm and considerate. Rachel Ray, however, came in and acted like a complete witch. A customer that was dining at the time wanted to buy her a drink so my coworker put in the drink order and brought it over to her. Rachel Ray gets all crazy celeb on her and goes, 'Does it look like I need a new drink right now?' Then, later, she shakes her freshly empty glass at my coworker and says, 'See how you can see the ice in my glass? NOW I'm ready for a new drink'"
"Here's the story: I was working the overnight shift at a hotel where Art Garfunkel was staying. He had requested a USA Today and a cup of Starbucks coffee to be delivered to his room at 7 am. We didn't offer these things so I had to run up the street to a Starbucks a little before 7. I even paid for both things with my own money because I figured Garfunkel was a big shot who would likely tip for such a thing.
Anyway, I get to his door a few minutes early and wait to knock until 7 am sharp. I knock and announce myself. He doesn't say anything or come to th door right away, but I hear him shuffling around. It took him maybe two minutes to open the door and when he did, he swung it open with anger. He stood there in nothing but his white briefs and a lot of gray hair and ordered me into his room. He told me to set the things down and then angrily berated me and the hotel for losing his laundry. I don't know why he couldn't have put on his clothes from the day before or maybe a robe, but there you have it. 'I'm so sorry, Mr. Garfunkel, we'll find your laundry right away, Mr. Garfunkel,' etc...
When he released me I radioed the front desk to inform them of the situation. He was our big VIP at the time so everyone freaked out. Housekeepers and bellmen were called at home, the dry cleaning place was interrogated over the phone. The whole place is panicked (we were a new hotel still trying to prove our mettle) and suddenly Art Garfunkel walks off the elevator, fully dressed, and tries to discretely slip out the front door. The front office manager chases after him to apologize up and down and... he learns that the laundry had been hanging in his closet. The d--- wasn't even going to tell anyone that he found it. And he never tipped"
"Neve Campbell almost killed me, and then tried to blame it on me. I used to work in film when I had the misfortune of working with her. We were in the middle of nowhere in some tiny little town (basically a street with a 'general store' and a gas station 20 minutes out), the town in the film was also supposed to be very small, so there were no vehicles on the road except the one she was driving. My direction in this scene was to cross the street last, and her direction was to rev the engine of the car and peel out once I reached the other side. We did a practice run when she received the proper timing to make sure everyone was safely off the road.
When we started rolling the take, instead of waiting until I reached the other side of the street, she revved her engine as soon as I stepped into the street. Because she jumped the gun, I had to run across the street to avoid getting hit. Doing so ruined the take. She was re-told her cue, and the 3rd AD (Assistant Director) came over to make sure I wasn't too shaken up. We started rolling on another take, but the same thing happened again. This time she came VERY close to hitting me, I actually had to jump out of the way. When the care pulled back into the start position and parked, she threw the door open and started screaming about how much of an idiot I am in front of everyone.
The entire crew, the director, and all the other background was staring at me as I got up off the ground. I stood up to see everyone staring at me like I was a piece of s--- who has now ruined two takes because I can't cross a street properly. Luckily for me the 3rd AD RAN over to the director to explain it wasn't my fault while the 1st AD went to calm her down. The 3rd came over to me to make sure I was okay - obviously, I was terrified. Neve tried to get ME thrown off set (which didn't happen) for her misunderstanding her own cue. Luckily everyone, including the 3rd AD, knew what was supposed to happen vs what did happen. We had an early lunch so 'everyone could cool off'. When we rolled again, she got her cue right on the first time and we moved on"
"I have a side job working awards shows/TV specials as a talent logistics coordinator. Basically, we memorize the show schedule, memorize every inch of the venue, and are equipped with headsets to monitor instructions from the producers, directors, and stage managers. We spend days doing this for minimum pay (at the time of the incident, we were actually unpaid volunteers), all so that when the celebrities arrive and have no idea where to go or what they need to do, we can be their guide and make sure they are taken care of and that their part goes smoothly. On this day, I'm assigned to Leonardo DiCaprio, so I memorize his schedule, map out the quickest routes to the places I know he needs to be, and gather up all the sides and passes that he'll need. I know he'll skip the red carpet, so I wait at the back entrance for him...and wait, and wait, and wait.
A lady on his team (publicist/manager/assistant? I can't remember) finds me and waits with me as I fill her in on the order of stops we need to make and how much time we have. To our worry, it's already nearing his bit in the show and I'm being yelled at in my headset for not having him in teleprompter already, rehearsing his lines. Finally, his SUV pulls up and the assistant runs over to greet him and field his request to have the car sit there running and waiting for him (how thoughtful of you, Mr. Global-warming-evangelist). She then explains who I am and that he needs to follow me. Now, I don't expect every celebrity to be instantly warm and friendly, or even to greet me or shake my hand, though most of them do once I introduce myself and tell them what my job is. But Leo just brushes past me without a word or even a glance and marches into the building himself.
The hallway from the back entrance is an immediate labyrinth, so I trot after him to find that, sure enough, he's turned the wrong way. I call out that he's going the wrong way and ask him to please follow me because I don't want him to get lost (still being as polite as possible at this point - maybe he's just worried about being late?). I try to walk faster, but again he brushes past me, so I have to just call out 'left' or 'right' as he nears essential junctions. We're almost to the teleprompter, when he suddenly stops and backs up. 'Almost there,' I tell him, thinking that he's finally waiting for me to lead, 'Just follow me a little further.'
Instead, he turns to his assistant and says, 'Tell her to have the cameras off and facing the ground before I go around this corner.' The assistant looks at me and I narrow my eyes, 'Yeah, I heard.' The little weasel won't even speak directly to me! Well, too bad, I'm not going to waste time passing messages to him via third party when we are all standing two feet away from each other. 'I'll do it,' I say to him, though he still refuses to look at me, 'But then you need to follow me straight to the teleprompter. We don't have much time.' No acknowledgment. So I go around the corner to the press area and demand that they all turn their cameras off and point them down, threatening anyone who so much as thinks about lifting a lens.
Back to the corner to retrieve Mr. Cooperative, and this time I lead the way. I get about ten steps down the path and turn to check on my party only to see the weasel slipping into the tent door of the makeshift Green Room. No! Assistant lady and I hurry back and I send her into the Green Room to find him, while I guard the only way in or out. When she emerges, she admits that she can't find him. We both scour the crowded room, but he's nowhere to be found. The only way he could get out is to crawl under the side of the tent at some random point in the wall, but apparently, he's that desperate. Then I hear it.
Some hapless stagehand calling over the entire production channel on our headset, 'Does anybody know where teleprompter is? Leonardo DiCaprio is looking for it.' Losing your assigned talent is the #1 sin in this job, and now every one of my superiors is panicking and accusing me of just that. Not only that, but this means that he was listening to me about where he needed to go, he just didn't want me to take him there. Yeah, I decide that officially hate him now and shall henceforth refer to him only as Weasel. I ask the stagehand for his 20 and track them down until I have them in my sight, then I direct the stagehand via walkie how to get the Weasel to the teleprompter. Boom! Phase 1 complete. By now, the assistant - who has been loyally following me the whole time - is apologizing up and down and asking how she can help. Phase 2 is getting the Weasel from off stage to his car and I don't trust him to make it easy for us. There's only one way off stage, but the assistant and I split up to cover more area while still keeping an eye on that exit. The bit ends, Leo's costars walk through the exit to backstage, but - of course! - he is nowhere to be found. Once again, he's sneaked around props and under curtains to wind up in some back-alley catwalk of the stage. In disbelief, the assistant and I start running around looking for him until, once again, I hear some poor crew member call over walkie about how to get Leonardo DiCaprio out to his car. Now I'm sure the Weasel has ruined my chances of ever working with this production company again.
I track them down and politely thank the crew member, then tell the Weasel that I've called to make sure his car is waiting and I'll happily lead the way back outside. I'm sure he's not going to go for this next part, but we're supposed to ask everyone, so I let him know that we have some members of the armed forces backstage that all the guests are greeting and taking pictures with and ask if he'd like to stop by for some pictures. No answer, no eye contact, and once more he brushes past me to find his own way out, so I'm reduced to calling out directions from behind him again.
As soon as we're outside, he doesn't even stop to talk to his assistant, he simply walks out to the SUV and gets in. She has to run after him to tell him who-knows-what before he closes the door and the car drives away. With the Weasel gone, we both breathe a sigh of relief and she once again apologizes for all the trouble, and I'm comforted by the fact that at least I don't have her job. Luckily, I didn't get into any lasting trouble after 'losing' my person, and I've gone on to assist much nicer celebrities over the years"
"Oprah Winfrey- My father was a limo driver in New York City in the 80's and drove around many celebrities. He said Oprah was the biggest b---- he ever encountered. She treated him like a dog (whistling, snapping fingers) didn't tip when he helped her with her bags, and drove her around for hours while she b-----d about every little thing. Even to this day, his face turns red when you mention it. On the up side, he did Coke with Peter Frampton and said The Rolling Stones were f------ awesome to hang with. My mom's dad owned the limo company my dad drove for, and mom even babysat Keith Richards kids because his wife was always too coked out to look after them. He paid her very well each time"
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