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Time is money. Ron Perleman, Russell Simmons' idol, is large on funds and short on conversation. Unless, of course, you are, say, a striking but tempestuous blonde mid-30's to 40's -- but that's another conversation altogether. (Exaggerated cough suggesting feigned detachment)
So, perhaps we were making too much of the billionaire moistly smooching his ex (see above) at the Vanity Fair Oscar party. Maybe kissing is like Amanda Lepore stripping ass-naked for the other Ron. According to Cindy Adams:
"REPLACING the air-kiss or triple-threat neck swivel of one-two-three pecks is Ron Perelman's new Manhattan-style greeting. He spied me at a party. Talking on his cell, never stopping, he walked over. Didn't say hi, hello, how are ya, good to see you - nothing. Didn't pat me on the arm or shake a hand. Didn't indicate we'll chat later. Just kissed me fast on one cheek and, still talking, never stopping, walked off still talking. Never glanced at me. Never spoke one word. "
Which cheek, Cin?
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