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Hey, it's me, James Franco. That's J-Frankie to all you swaggy gentlemen out there. You caught me at a very tender moment...vibing out with some chill biddies, tipping on four-fours, cruisin' down to Cancun to hang with the real "Lord of Dogtown": Carson Daly. Nawmean? Anyway, GQ two-wayed me today asking for some style advice, and I'm all: "Ask me when my corn rows finish drying." So, yeah, they got me on the line 15 minutes later, and I gave it to them straight: you're gonna need glasses for the club (I like to pretend they're X-Ray goggles, ha), unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt (gotta jumpstart the "come get naked with me" process somehow, amirite?), and this face: serious, sumptuous, and uh... forgot the last one. This shit ain't a joke, so I never smile. #swag.

Peace, Love, Respect,

J-Frankie