As I rang the doorbell of the five-bedroom, Spanish-style Beverly Hills house, I braced myself for ghosts. The previous owner, Clifton Webb, reputedly never really moved out. Then, too, I half expected the ghost of Hedda Hopper to come at me with a hatpin. Instead I was greeted by Hedda's spiritual [as it were] successor, Joyce Haber, Hollywood's new No. 1 voyeur. I was ushered past an epoxy statue by Frank Gallo of a naked girl [Joyce likes to strip people naked) and a Tony Curtis box made especially for Joyce and...
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