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Chelsea and I entered a talent show

a couple years ago, where we rapped

en Espaniol to my favorite Reggaeton song.

Atreve te te te salte de closet.

This song brought out a deep appreciation

for James Franco. We would rehearse over and over again.

There were times of frustration, times of anger,

times of weave pulling, crying tears of joy,

crying tears of sadness.

We would not have been able to preform if

it wasn't for James.

To return the gracious gift of love,

and to complete our production,

we felt it necessary to display a large portrait

of James on the screen behind us.

We recently received this letter from Franco:

"My hot babies:

I was asked to do a cover for

Candy Magazine.

I worship the ground you walk on

(as you know ;) :D :o)

Therefore, I took inspiration

in both your beauty

and transformed it

into my own.

I love you both like a flaming candle

lighting up the Mona Lisa on a cold winter's night

in Syracuse.

Please never forget me.

-J"

Attorney Street is killing it.