Mj
“In 2005, a two-man energy-drink company called Pit Bull had hired six models to walk through the festival from five P.M. to six A.M. every night for a week. One of Pit Bull’s partners, six-foot-four, 220-pound Dr. Conrad Robert Murray, drank a bit and posed shirtless with his young charges, whom he paid $1,200 apiece in addition to expenses. Walking and dancing through one dicey stretch of the parade early in the morning, the models witnessed a fight in which a man stabbed another man. The crow...d’s momentum pulled Murray away from the scene, but the doctor insisted on going back. He approached the wounded man, frantically motioning for a clump of promotional Pit Bull T-shirts to help staunch the bleeding. “No!” the Pit Bull models begged him. “You can’t do it. You have no gloves. Are you crazy?” Finally, Murray found somebody else to help the guy and left with his group. “He is a pleaser,” says Karen “Kalucha” Chacon, one of the models.
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