January 14, 2009
My first wife asked me to marry her. I worked at a radio station and was trying to open a nightclub. I was busy. And the rest of my life wasn’t on my mind. What was on my mind was work. Building stuff. But she told me something that convinced me. “Prince, marry me. I’ll support you...
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