The Hilton Residence

Dear darling Paris,

To see you dear, my darling, my beloved, crying and weeping as you are forced to reenter that hellish prison, just breaks my heart.

My beautiful Paris, do not cry. You won't be long in there, you don't belong in there. You are too fabulous darling and just too marvelous to live like those peasants banged away for horrific and unspeakable crimes. You are not one of those Paris, never forget that. Remember you are better then those filthy scum, you are worth more, you are above them in every possible way.

I ask this cruel world, what was your crime? A driving offense? I don't believe it. They are just jealous dear, jealous of your fame, your wealth, your success. Goodness knows Paris, goodness knows you did nothing but give the world glamour and glitz and beauty. Is there a crime in that? Do you deserve this? It is a conspiracy, I am sure. I will get to the bottom of it, I will find out who has done this to you. I will seek vengeance.

Be brave my dear, it is only 45 days in the slammer. Sure it is not 5 star accommodation but its not too bad. Close your eyes, imagine you are in my arms in the Hilton residence, just like that night we spent together many years ago. I hope this thought of you and me together will keep you strong.

I will wait on the outside for you my love. I will wait each day thinking about you, praying for you - and when those corrupt scumbags finally release you, I will be here for you, welcoming you with open arms and open legs.

Yours faithfully, waiting for the day you are released,
Prof Scrub

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