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A married United Arab Emirates woman reportedly is seeking a divorce — claiming her life is “hell” because she feels suffocated by her husband’s “extreme love,” according to reports. The unnamed woman told a Shariah court in Fujairah that she wants to divorce her spouse after one year of marriage due to his overwhelming adoration for her, the Khaleej Times reported on Friday. “I was choked by extreme love and affection,” she griped to he court. “He even helped me clean the house.” She claimed that his kindness turned her life to “hell” and made her long for marital conflict. “I long for one day of dispute, but this seems impossible with my romantic husband who always forgave me and showered me with gifts,” she reportedly said. “I need a real discussion, even an argument, not this hassle-free life of obedience.” The case, however, was reportedly adjourned so the couple could attempt to reconcile after her husband pleaded with the judge. “It’s not fair to judge a marriage from the first year, and everybody learns from their mistakes,” her husband reportedly said.

Pitcher Shane Bieber called Justin on card Shane Bieber is a vital part of the Cleveland Indians' playoff push. One thing he is not: pop singer Justin Bieber, a fact that baseball card maker Topps seems to have forgotten. The 24-year-old righty tweeted a photo of his baseball card that mistakenly refers to him as "Justin" in the blurb on the back. Topps took the issue in stride, replying to Bieber with song lyrics from a popular Justin Bieber tune. A tweet that Shane Bieber amusingly acknowledged. This is not the first time the Indians pitcher has addressed sharing a last name with the Canadian pop star. In 2018 during Players Weekend, when MLB allowed players to put their nicknames on the backs of their jerseys, Bieber decided to go with "NOT JUSTIN."

A South Carolina man recorded himself singing the iconic opening to "The Lion King" while joined by an unlikely singing partner ... a donkey. In a video posted to Facebook, Travis Kinley records himself singing the opening lyrics of "The Circle of Life." As he bellows, a donkey steps into the frame and begins loudly braying. "Did the Lion King opening and Nathan (the donkey) joined in with me!" Kinley wrote on Facebook. "I love this dude!" As of Saturday afternoon, the video had 1.1 million views and more than 33,000 shares. The first words of the song are in Zulu: "Nants ingonyama bagithi Baba Sithi uhm ingonyama." "Nants ingonyama bagithi baba Sithi uhhmm ingonyama Ingonyama Siyo Nqoba Ingonyama Ingonyama nengw’ enamabala." That translates to: "Here comes a lion, father. Oh yes, it's a lion. "Here comes a lion, father. Oh yes, it's a lion. A lion. We're going to conquer. A lion. A lion and a leopard come to this open place," according to Insider.com. https://www.facebook.com/video.php?v=10216809100434042

August Wold pulled on his tiny green No. 19 Athletics jersey, began swinging a Khris Davis bat from both sides while standing in front of his very own locker, then made sure everyone knew something was still missing. "I hope I get to use batting gloves,'' the boy said. "Do I get to keep all this stuff?'' Soon, slugger Matt Olson had provided a pair of his gray gloves. No matter they were several sizes too big. All this 8-year-old Little Leaguer wants is to play for the A's. They gave Wold the next closest thing with a mock contract and signing, complete with a press release announcing the deal, in collaboration with the Make-A-Wish Foundation. "I feel good. It was an exciting thing for me, I didn't know this was going to happen,'' Wold said. Wold, who is from the Northern California town of Redding and suffers from a gastrointestinal disorder that has required numerous surgeries, was unofficially added to the roster for Saturday night's game against the Texas Rangers. He visited the clubhouse in uniform, and watched batting practice on the field. He even had his own press conference alongside general manager David Forst the way new players typically do when joining a team. Six members of the A's stood behind him as he answered questions from the media. After a quick reminder from his mother, Julie, that is: "Sit up tall, August.'' "This close to the trade deadline, we were excited August Wold was still available, so we have signed August to an A's contract to be a member of our 2019 A's team," before the two signed the contract and shook hands on the podium. Of Wold's strengths, Forst noted the boy's versatility as a catcher and shortstop and, "August clearly loves the game, and we thought he would fit into our lineup pretty well for the last two months of the season.'' Wold sat in the dugout next to Liam Hendriks, who said, "Come on in, bro.'' "It's hot in here,'' Wold told the pitcher. The boy received fist bumps from other players and walked to the batting cage with Olson. Wold compared haircuts with Matt Chapman and chatted with shortstop Marcus Semien. Wold has been playing baseball for a couple of years and already emerged as one of his team's most reliable hitters. "It's great that he can be with us and see what we do, see what a professional's life is all about, the way we work, practice and are passionate about baseball,'' Semien said. "A lot of us in this room still feel like young kids ourselves. It's our passion for the game, as much fun as we have. Hopefully we can brighten up his day and make him feel better because I'm sure he's not feeling great all the time. For me as a parent, I feel for his parents, too. You never want anything to be wrong with your kids. Any time your kid's sick, you worry. It's just hard.'' Later, Wold was set to throw out the ceremonial first pitch. Along for all the fun and special moments were his parents and five of his six siblings. "You're doing lefty, too? You're switch-hitting on me?'' his father, George Wold said. "How'd you get to be a pro so soon?'' Wold has Hirschsprung's disease, a birth defect in which the infant is missing some nerve cells in a part of the bowel. But he wasn't diagnosed until nearly age 7. Wold's health is far better and "he's on the road to recovery, hopefully,'' his dad said. "This is the world,'' George Wold said. "Make-A-Wish is so phenomenal and they're so great at figuring out what a kid wants. This is what he's wanted for so long. He knows all the players, their numbers and everything. This is just so cool. He's been through a lot and being able to come to this has been awesome.'' How did manager Bob Melvin plan to use him? "I don't know yet, I haven't gotten the scouting reports yet,'' Melvin said with a grin.

Dad who left twins in hot car is an Iraq war vet described as an ‘amazing’ father By all accounts, he was a doting dad to his year-old, twin son and daughter, setting up a bouncy castle in the yard for their recent first birthday party and dressing them in their latest cute outfits while his wife made breakfast in their Rockland County split-level. Then, on Saturday, Juan Rodriguez, 39, was hauled handcuffed before a judge, charged with the babies’ hot-car deaths. He forgot to drop them off at their day care Friday morning, Rodriguez has told cops — and didn’t realize they were still in the back seat when he parked at the Bronx hospital where he’s a social worker, court papers reveal. Eight hours later, the twins, Luna and Phoenix, registered an internal temperature of 108 degrees when coroners examined their bodies in their car seats. “I assumed I dropped them off at day care before I went to work,” Rodriguez told cops at the scene, according to the criminal complaint against him. “I blanked out!” he cried. “My babies are dead! I killed my babies!” Rodriguez was still sobbing at his arraignment Saturday night before Bronx Criminal Court Justice Patsy Goldborne. A disabled Iraq war veteran, he still wore the same turquoise blue polo shirt he’d worn Friday as he cared for homeless and ailing vets at his job at a VA hospital in Kingsbridge — oblivious that his twins were in the back seat of his Honda Accord in the parking lot. “He carried on with his day,” Assistant District Attorney Jaime Breslin told the judge. “He forgot his children in the seats.” “This is a tragedy of horrific proportions,” his lawyer, Joey Jackson, told the judge, who set bail at $100,000. Two hours later, Rodriguez made bail and was released to his cheering, weeping family members. Rodriguez exchanged a tight embrace with his crying wife, Marissa — the twins’ mother — when he was released. The mother had come to court wearing all black, and with the couple’s surviving child, a 4-year-old boy, in tow. The dad had dropped the boy off at a different day care before forgetting the twin babies, officials said. The mom held the boy on her lap as she waited in a second-floor holding area for the arraignment to begin. With her were some two dozen family members and friends. At one point, the mom broke into loud, hysterical sobs as she embraced a female relative. At another point, Rodriguez’s mother, Cathelina Valerio, cried out, “Mis nietos! Mis nietos!” — my grandchildren — as she hugged a male family member. “Do you know what I’m scared of?” she told The Post. “When he gets out, he can’t handle it. He’s going to need help.” It was a horrific double death — a baby brother and sister, side by side and helpless, as the temperature in the parked vehicle spiked. It was also a tragedy made inexplicable by Rodriguez’s reputation as a caring father. How could a dad whose social media is crammed with photos of him snuggling with Luna and Phoenix — and whose neighbors universally describe as loving and attentive — have forgotten his twin treasures, all day, in the back seat of his car? “This was just a horrible mistake,” neighbor Tony Caterino, 45, said of Rodriguez. “That one time you make a mistake, and you have to live with it for the rest of your life.” On Friday morning, Rodriguez had driven to work, as usual, from his home in New City, a middle-class, heavily wooded suburb an hour’s drive north of the city. Video shows it was 8:22 a.m. when he parked in the hospital parking lot, police sources said. The video shows him returning at one minute before 4 p.m. Rodriguez started the car and drove north toward home — only to pull over less than 10 minutes later, while still in The Bronx, on Kingsbridge Terrace. “I left them in the car!” he began screaming. Witnesses called 911; arriving medics could not revive the babies and they were pronounced dead at the scene. Family friend Temple Barros, 41, who lives with the family, told The Post that Rodriguez routinely took the twins to a day care in the mornings. The twins would stay there throughout the day, Barros said, as Rodriguez was at his hospital job and Marissa worked as a tourism and travel sales manager at the Empire City Casino in Yonkers. And while Barros didn’t see Rodriguez and the twins leave the house Friday, it would have been the dad, not the mother, who put them in the car, he said. “An amazing guy,” Barros told The Post of Rodriguez. “He’s always been there for his kids. Always. This is just a horrible situation,” he said. “The family isn’t doing so well,” he added. Rodriguez was “always doing things with the kids,” Caterino, the neighbor, said. “Always in the yard playing. They had a big camp-out last weekend, with tents in the back yard. “He would always play catch or basketball with his older kids,” Caterino said of Rodriguez’s two older sons from a prior marriage. “I just can’t wrap my head around it,” said another neighbor, Paul Barlett, 39. “No one here can believe it.”

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World’s most frequent flyer has an insane weekly itinerary Tom Stuker loves going the extra mile. Give or take a few million. The world’s most frequent flier just racked up a record-setting 21 million miles flown. That’s nearly 844 times around the equator. “I’m a flying junkie,” the 65-year-old Nutley, New Jersey (Martha Stewart's home town), resident told The Post. “If I spend more than a week in one place, I’m like, ‘I gotta get back in the air.’ I’m more afraid to be on the ground than in the air.” On July 19, he broke his own record of 20 million — which was set only in January. “That’s the fastest I’ve ever done a million,” said Stuker, who flies exclusively with United. His jet-setting devotion began in 1984, when he traveled to Melbourne, Australia, to do management consulting for an auto dealer. “I fell in love with the country,” said the now semi-retired Stuker. “I’ve been back over 350 times since.” By 1997, Stuker’s business was thriving — and so was his obsession. “All of a sudden, after I hit 10 million [miles], I started getting into the world records and flying more competitively,” he said. The married father-of-three added it’s “the romance” of flying, not the destinations, that’s his passion. For the most part, he’s traveling just to travel — not for work or vacation — and is known to stay in Australia or Japan for a day. “I mean why does Joey Chestnut eat hot dogs?” he asked of the competitive-eating champ. “I just really love everything about flying.” That includes the first-class seats, “mega VIP status” and lavish perks that come with being the top miles gatherer, he admitted. United regularly treats him to a multitude of luxurious bonuses, like tarmac-transfer service in a Mercedes-Benz, complimentary cocktails, the ability to skip lines and membership in its exclusive Polaris Lounge — outfitted with showers, private offices and, often, a slew of celebrities. Stuker is full of starry stories: sitting next to Janet Jackson and Steven Tyler in first class, and getting Bill Murray to leave his brother a voicemail. (Stuker’s wife, who often travels with him, was treated to a call from Kenny G.) “I usually try to engage them in conversations they may have never had before,” said Stuker of celebs. “I’ll ask, ‘What was your biggest disappointment growing up?’” When he’s not chatting up his cabin-mates, Stuker will blow through all the in-flight entertainment “in about a week” — so he spends his time in the air texting, watching sports and planning more trips. He also pops an Ambien to doze through the flight. Once he arrives at a far-flung destination, he’ll take a three-hour power nap to combat jet lag. Many compare his lifestyle to the 2009 film “Up in the Air,” starring George Clooney as a travel addict. “So much of that movie is bulls–t,” Stuker said. “The biggest fallacy is [that] it’s impossible for him to do the flight schedule he does when he lives in Omaha.” Stuker also pays out of pocket for every one of his trips, saving his miles to give to family members, charities and others. And his favorite place to go? “Home,” he said. “I don’t get to go there that often.”

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Inside Zsa Zsa Gabor’s sex goddess rise — and descent into madness One night in July 1951, Zsa Zsa Gabor was stuck at home, bored, in Bel Air, Calif., while her husband, the actor George Sanders, was away filming in England. Suddenly her brother-in-law called — he needed to fill a vacancy on a panel TV show “Bachelor’s Haven” and asked if she could step in. Zsa Zsa was hesitant to do live television, but she was ultimately convinced. She turned up on set in a black Balenciaga gown that perfectly showcased her creamy complexion and feminine curves, and quickly charmed the audience. When the host asked her about all the jewelry she was wearing, she quipped, “Dahling, zese are just my working diamonds” in her thick, sultry Hungarian accent. The crowd roared. A week later, Daily Variety proclaimed her an “instant star” and she was offered a regular role on the show. By October of that year, she was on the cover of Time magazine. She was “truly an overnight sensation,” said Sam Staggs, author of the new book “Finding Zsa Zsa: The Gabors Behind the Legend” (Kensington Books), out Tuesday. Her appearance on “Bachelor’s Haven” launched a five-decades-long career in film and television with Zsa Zsa usually playing some version of herself. “Zsa Zsa said things on television that were extremely funny, but they were so outrageous, I’m surprised she didn’t get bleeped,” Staggs told The Post. “Somebody asked her, ‘How many husbands have you had?’ and she said, ‘You mean apart from my own?’ ” Born Sari Gabor in 1917 in Budapest, Hungary, Zsa Zsa was the middle of three sisters in a secular Jewish family. Her mother, Jolie, had ambitions of becoming an actress that she projected onto her beautiful daughters. They were “forced to live Jolie’s dream, to learn languages, to acquire social graces and, most of all, as Jolie drummed into the heads of her young show ponies, to be agreeable to a man,” writes Staggs. At age 15, Zsa Zsa was a runner-up in the Miss Hungary pageant, and by age 18 she had embarked on her first of nine marriages, to a Turkish government official twice her age called Burnam Belge. She lived with him in Ankara, where she claimed to have had an affair with Turkish President Mustafa Kemal Atatürk. “Atatürk ruined me for every other man I would ever love, or try to love,” she would later say. “He knew exactly how to please a young girl. He was a professional lover, a god and a king.” But Staggs is skeptical of some of her accounts, writing that with the threat of Hitler and Mussolini on the horizon in the 1930s, it’s unlikely that Atatürk would be able to “escape the presidential office for long afternoons spent sipping sweet liqueurs and lounging on cushions with Zsa Zsa.” Her marriage to Belge grew stale, and in 1941 she left Turkey to join her younger sister, Eva, an actress in the US. She couldn’t journey west through occupied countries, so she headed east, with 21 suitcases, and traveled across Iran, Afghanistan and Iraq — where she spent two months arranging her travels and living with a young sheik who wanted to marry her — before eventually boarding a ship from India to New York. “She was on the high seas for about six weeks during wartime,” said Staggs. “There was a very real danger that the boat could be blown up.” (Sanders would later say: “Whatever else could be said about Zsa Zsa … one thing is certain, she has a lot of guts.”) By 1942, Zsa Zsa was onto husband No. 2, marrying hotelier Conrad Hilton, one of the wealthiest men in the country. But, the initial excitement of arriving in the US soon gave way to darkness. Zsa Zsa suffered from bipolar disorder and worried what would become of her parents and older sister Magda, who remained in Hungary. Doctors prescribed heavy medications to help with her anxiety. “Zsa Zsa fell into the pattern of prescription barbiturates for sleep and amphetamines to energize her when overcome by worry and depression,” Staggs writes. In 1944, the Bel Air home she shared with Hilton burned to the ground. Zsa Zsa wasn’t in town, but her beloved dog Ranger died in the fire, which weighed on her heavily. “I could not sleep,” Zsa Zsa said. “I saw Mother and Father killed. I saw Magda struggling in the arms of soldiers — were they Nazis, were they Russians? I saw every member of my family tortured.” She had good reason to worry. When Hitler invaded Hungary in March 1944, Magda and her parents were arrested by the Hungarian political police one month later. But the Portuguese ambassador (who was also Magda’s lover) secured passports for the family to get out of Hungary and find safety in Portugal. One year later, they got their papers to come to the US. Eventually, Magda told Zsa Zsa of the horrors she’d seen: “Slaughter in the streets, the yellow badges, the men and women — our family physician, our lawyer, merchants we knew — taken to Tattersall, the famous riding academy, and there machine-gunned to death.” Meanwhile, in New York, Zsa Zsa was losing her mind and on a bender. She grilled meats in her suite at the Plaza and held wild shish-kabob parties, spent $15,000 on new furniture for the hotel, slept on benches in Central Park, racked up hundreds of dollars in long-distance phone calls, went on spending sprees at Van Cleef and Arpel and stayed out dancing all night. In April of 1945, she filed for divorce from Hilton. He agreed that it was the right decision, but he was also concerned about her welfare. Partnering with Eva, he had Zsa Zsa committed to a sanitarium. She spent almost two months there, undergoing barbaric insulin shock therapy. “She was an unwilling participant in medical experimentation,” Staggs writes. She and Conrad divorced in 1946, but Zsa Zsa turned up pregnant soon after. Conrad put his name on the birth certificate, though it was uncertain the child, a daughter named Francesca, was actually his. (It was rumored that Nicky Hilton, Zsa Zsa’s stepson, was actually the father.) In 1949, she wed Sanders. A few years into their marriage, she met a Dominican playboy named Porfirio Rubirosa and fell in deep lust. The two carried on a passionate public affair, but Zsa Zsa didn’t want to leave Sanders. “He understood her and kept her always a bit off-kilter, which she liked,” Staggs writes. In December 1953, he filed for divorce, leaving Zsa Zsa shattered. The two would go on to be good friends, and in 1967 Zsa Zsa convinced him to marry Magda, by then an invalid after suffering a stroke, to keep him in the family. Through Rubirosa, Zsa Zsa met Rafael “Ramfis” Trujillo, the son of a brutal Dominican dictator of the same name. She helped Trujillo get into the Hollywood scene and introduced him to various stars. As a thank you, he sent her a Mercedes convertible and a fur coat. In 1958, news broke of her involvement with him, and Zsa Zsa found herself at the center of a publicity crisis. She was even censured by Congress. “No one ever accused her of reading US News and World Report,” writes Staggs. “In her ignorance, she resembles those wives and mothers in ‘The Godfather’ who ask no questions and have no wish for answers.” (While Zsa Zsa had the most scandalous love life, her sisters also kept busy. According to Francesca, Eva was bisexual and had an affair with Marlene Dietrich. She married and divorced five husbands and went on to serve as a beard for her friend Merv Griffin. Magda sought a quieter life but still went through six husbands.) After Sanders, Zsa Zsa had a string of short, unremarkable marriages. “She could not bear to live alone,” Staggs writes. “Although a strong woman, she firmly believed that without a man she was incomplete.” In 1986, a then 70-year-old Zsa Zsa married Frederic von Anhalt, a 43-year-old German businessman who claimed to be a prince after he was adopted by a deposed European royal. They remained married until Zsa Zsa’s death in 2016, but there were indications he was a lousy husband, keeping Francesca from seeing her mother and creating a “circus” atmosphere around Zsa Zsa as her health declined. He was hardly the only questionable decision Zsa Zsa made later in life. In June 1989, she was driving her white Rolls-Royce in Beverly Hills when a cop pulled her over for having outdated registration. They argued, things escalated and Zsa Zsa slapped him across the face. She was eventually charged with five offenses, including battery upon a police officer and having an open container of alcohol in the car — she kept a silver flask of vodka in the glove compartment — and sentenced to three days in jail and 120 hours of community service. Unfortunately, Staggs says, “this is probably what she’s remembered for better than anything else, especially by younger people.” But, he hopes his book will shine a light beyond such moments and show that Zsa Zsa and her sisters weren’t a bunch of dumb blondes. Zsa Zsa was a huge animal-rights activist and also donated significant sums of money to the Hungarian revolution. Magda was a Holocaust survivor. Eva was a serious actress whose comedic work on “Green Acres” is more influential than many realize. “They were outrageous and over-the-top and subversive,” he said. “They were so different from everything else in the US.”

[continued] Dunaway — who was also married to J. Geils Band singer Peter Wolf during the 1970s, and has been romantically linked to comedian Lenny Bruce and actor Marcello Mastroianni — likewise made demands for O’Neill while working on the 1985 CBS miniseries “Christopher Columbus.” Before making a scheduled appearance to promote the miniseries, she called up with an ultimatum. “She wouldn’t appear unless CBS provided two first-class round-trip airplane tickets for a husband and son [Liam, now 39],” recalled someone who was a CBS publicist at the time. “The network was over a barrel, with too much at stake to do the event without her, and they provided the tickets.” Dunaway also seems to be so tender-hearted about her loved ones, being reminded of them can be a trigger. A New York media insider recalled walking through Times Square in 1981 and seeing the actress and her parents gawking at the lines of“Mommie Dearest” theater-goers that were “literally around the block . . . It’s one of the nicest things I ever saw, a prideful daughter with two very proud parents. “Years later, I find myself sitting with her at the Hollywood Improv. I told her how she gave me one of my favorite moments, when I saw her standing in Times Square with her parents. She cursed me out. Turns out she didn’t like talking about her [now-deceased] parents anymore — how dare I remind her of them.” Whatever is fueling Dunaway’s ire, one thing is for sure. “She is a wonderful performer, but her own worst enemy,” said wig designer Huntley. “She must be very insecure and very scared,” said the CBS publicist. “‘Tea at Five’ was such a good opportunity for her. Right now, it looks like her career is toast.”

When The Post reported this week that actress Faye Dunaway was fired from the Broadway-bound play “Tea at Five” — after allegedly slapping crew members and throwing things at them, and creating a “dangerous” environment in which no one was allowed to wear white lest it distract her — some people were not surprised. “My first day on the set, she slapped me,” said Rutanya Alda, who appeared with Dunaway in the 1981 movie “Mommie Dearest.” Alda, who played the assistant character to Dunaway’s Joan Crawford, told The Post that they were filming a scene when “instead of doing a stage slap, she slapped me on the cheek, hard and for real.” Broadway wig designer Paul Huntley, who worked with Dunaway on a 1996 tour of the show “Master Class,” claims to have witnessed her wrath. “Faye didn’t like how the hairpins were being presented and she slapped my assistant’s hand,” recalled Huntley. “[The assistant] was horrified and did not know what to do.” A publicist for Dunaway had no comment for this story. Indeed, the streets of Hollywood and Broadway are paved with tales of bad behavior by the legendary actress, who has starred in such film classics as “Bonnie and Clyde,” “Chinatown” and “Network.” Nominated for Best Actress Oscars for all three, she won in 1977 for “Network.” According to the book “Easy Riders and Raging Bulls,” during the filming of 1974’s “Chinatown,” Dunaway had a habit of urinating into trash cans and a disdain for flushing toilets in her dressing room. Rather, the book claims, she called in Teamsters to do the job, leading to multiple resignations. (Dunaway told author Peter Biskind she had “no recollection” of such doings.) Once during filming, the book alleges, Dunaway said that she needed a bathroom break but director Roman Polanski asked her to wait. Later, when he bent down to speak with the actress through a car window, she allegedly responded by tossing a cup of liquid into Polanski’s face. It was full of urine. Asked about the incident by the Guardian, Dunaway was quoted as calling the story “absolutely ridiculous” and saying it “doesn’t even deserve the dignity of a response.” Her pissy behavior has been so extreme, even other notoriously prickly actors are shocked. James Woods, who worked with Dunaway on the 1976 TV movie “The Disappearance of Aimee,” recalled in an interview how “she threw something at me because I ad-libbed a line . . . She was just so rude. If Bette Davis [also in the movie] can be nice to people, Faye Dunaway ought to be buying them limousines as presents.” Davis — said to be one of the most cantankerous women in Hollywood during her era — agreed. When “Tonight Show” host Johnny Carson asked her to name the worst people in Hollywood, she chose Dunaway. More recently, a makeup artist was offered two films in 2006 — one starring a veteran actress, who, the artist said, was known by film-crew workers as “a real c–t,” and one with Faye Dunaway, who colleagues said was “a psycho.” In talking to several other makeup artists, she was warned, “The c–t is much better to work with than the psycho.” She chose “the c–t.” The Post also reported this week that Dunaway, 78, never learned her lines for “Tea at Five.” This led some Twitter users to speculate whether Dunaway’s age might have caused her memory to lapse. But singer Jill Sobule, who had a hit in 1995 with “I Kissed a Girl,” recalls Dunaway having similar issues decades ago. A teenaged Sobule was an extra on the Denver, Colo., set of “The Disappearance of Aimee.” “Faye Dunaway was hours late and we were all waiting for her, sweating through our costumes on the hottest day of the summer in an un-air-conditioned church,” Sobule told The Post. “[When she] finally arrived, she was in the foulest mood and didn’t know her lines. She yelled at people and huffed off the set . . . It was like something out of ‘Valley of the Dolls.’ ” Dunaway’s shenanigans have not been limited to showbiz settings. In the 1990s she lived in West Hollywood. A former neighbor recalled to The Post how the actress would park her Volvo station wagon and Mercedes SL “in anyone’s driveway, or block driveways. She’d always get into fights with [neighbors]. If they called the cops, she’d yell at the cops!” According to a former employee of the now-defunct store Video West in West Hollywood, the actress used to drive up to the store and honk her car horn, waiting for someone to come out to collect her videos. If they took too long, the source told The Post, Dunaway would “just toss [the tapes] out the window.” Michael Procopio, now a food writer in the Bay Area, was working at a Los Angeles Pottery Barn when he had his first run-in with Dunaway. “I made eye contact, she walked over and asked a question about wine glasses. I was so new that I didn’t have the answer and [had to ask] my manager,” he said. “I told her it would just be a second while he checked . . . She called me ‘a f–king moron’ and told me I couldn’t do my job.” A couple of years later, Procopio was working at the Beverly Hills restaurant Kate Mantilini when Dunaway was seated at one of his tables. She proceeded to order a complicated version of a menu item, asking for so many substitutions that it ceased being the dish on offer. “She hated the food, hated me and hurled another epithet. She was an awful person both times. Nobody likes her.” Food seems to be a recurring theme in Dunaway’s meltdowns. “I had lunch with Faye at The Ivy, and she pulled out a mini-kitchen scale and weighed all the food she was allowed to eat,” a Dunaway colleague told The Post. “She was . . . very cranky. Probably starving.” As The Post reported this week, the actress allegedly threw a salad on the floor while doing a photo shoot for “Tea at Five” — saying it would be better there than in her hand. Sources claimed that “Tea at Five” producers were so concerned about Dunaway that they called Actors’ Equity Association to see if it was “ethical” to put someone in her state in front of Boston audiences. Despite her reputation, some in Hollywood — even those who have been on the receiving end of her outrage — feel sympathy for the actress. An Oscars insider recalled how upset Dunaway was after her co-presenter Warren Beatty mistakenly announced “La La Land” — instead of true winner “Moonlight” — as Best Picture at the 2017 Academy Awards. “I saw her whip out her phone to show James Corden a picture of the card she and Beatty had been given on the Oscar stage — the one with [‘La La Land’ star] Emma Stone’s name on it,” said the Oscars insider. “She was showing as many people as she could. She was so embarrassed and afraid people were chalking it up to her age.” There was at least one person whom even Dunaway was intimidated by. While filming the 1987 movie “Barfly,” co-starring the actress and Mickey Rourke, the notorious Charles Bukowski — who’d written the script, derived from his memoirs — was sometimes on set. “Bukowski was a pugnacious alcoholic and would get into a fight with anyone at the drop of a hat,” said Jonathan Hodges, who was an assistant prop-master on the film. “So she never messed around with him.” The actress also has been incredibly loyal to those she’s loved. During the making of “Mommie Dearest,” there was a day when cast members were told not to bother going to the set. They feared they were being fired. Instead, “Faye wanted Terry O’Neill [her then-husband, a photographer] to get a producer credit,” recalled Alda. “He had never worked on a movie in his life, and she insisted that he get the credit or she would not show up. So much was invested that they decided to give him the credit.”