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I saw Prince walking through LAX about a decade ago with his entourage. I thought he was a girl at first because he's so short and slight but that thin mustache and short purple tuxedo jacket was a dead giveaway. I couldn't get close if I wanted to without getting my neck broken by his body guards.
I saw Clint Eastwood at the Claremont Resort in the Berkeley Hills. I was going to ask for an autograph but he scrambled away so fast that I was surprised an old man can move that way through a small crowd. He's about the only guy I'd ask for a sig, except for Ahnold, maybe.
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