Kitten-ish KIRSTEN DUNST, standing outside Chateau Marmont Hotel on Sunset waiting for her limo, recoiled in disgust as a Dirty Old Man slinked up beside her and whispered creepily: “I’ll give you $500 if you’ll let me squirt whipped cream on your body and lick it off!” Kirsten shrieked, “GROSS!” She immediately turned and walked away, but the guy skittered along behind her, whining, “Wait. What’s the matter? I come to watch you dance every weekend!” Kirsten whirled and asked the 50-ish horn-dog what he was talking about — and discovered he’d confused her with a pole-grinding stripper from the famed Body Shop just down the street. “Wrong girl, guy,” snapped Kirsten, hopping in her limo and speeding off.
KIRSTEN’S MISTAKEN IDENTITY!
