She's got the iconic Smug Mug look . . . that creepy half-smile. Had her way in all things since she was two, nice going Dad! Peel off that cake makeup and she's Jane Average underneath. Nothin' special. Peel away the glitz on her soul, you'll find the bricks lining the floor of the NYC sewer.

A gold-digger who trades in her fading sexuality to lure-in credulous men with money and/or power. Any experienced man would take one look at her and flee. Add that she's a NYC player? Make that rev up the motorcycle and peg the speedometer. Only evil can come of interaction with this demonette.

Her fiancé looks like standard silly simp. They must grow on trees in the U.S. Lord knows the country is full of these goofy, clueless manboys, imagining to themselves they've hit the jackpot. Probably took her all of twenty minutes to zoom LIzza totally. Would eat rat-turds out of her hand if she asked.

America is tiresome, a gaudy exhausted whore. Nuzzi is its imago. But thanks to Janice for taking the deep dive into this cesspool. There is instruction to be gained from this old, so very old, story.