HBO's Entourage has invaded a Hollywood condo complex, and the residents aren't happy.

At first, residents of the complex, including porn king Ron Jeremy, were told that shooting would go on for a week or so, and that their daily lives wouldn't be affected. But a TMZ source inside the complex reveals that the group has been anything but unnoticeable. Our source said that crew dudes can be found lounging in a top-floor gym, and that the pool area has become a smoking section for the show's grips and cameramen. "It has definitely made a huge impact having the crew roaming around," said the source.

For those who watch the show, the reason for the new location is that the new season finds Johnny Drama finally getting his own place. The residents at this condo just wish it wasn't in their building!

Last night, Ron Jeremy himself was in Chicago and Alix, a comrade of CelebNewsWire, was fortunate enough to sit down one on one with RJ, who offered us this exclusive quote on the brouhaha:

"The Entourage people are great because they cleaned out my balcony, which was filled with pigeon crap. And they saved two baby pigeons. They also watched my tortoise, Cherry, while I was running errands. I also got to watch the show and they fed me . . . how could I mind that?"

Johnny Drama mopping up pigeon stools. Jeremy Piven nurturing newborn squabs with an eyedropper. Beknockered extras spoon-feeding needy porn legends. Turtle, turtlesitting. It seems that there is actually no drama to report here. Unless Ron whips out a pen and tries to autograph Piven's naked, juicy breast.

Porn legend Ron Jeremy has finally fessed up to what Page Six reported three years ago – that he, Paris Hilton and Bijou Phillips played a cheeky game of "I'll show you mine, and you show me yours" during a party at the Chateau Marmont. Hilton "asked if they could see it. I agreed only on the condition that they flash their tops. They both said yes and took me to the nearest women's bathroom," Jeremy says in his new autobiography, "Ron Jeremy: The Hardest (Working) Man in Showbiz," out next week from HarperEntertainment. "We squeezed into an empty stall, they pulled up their shirts, I unbuckled my pants, and after seeing my [organ], Bijou turned to Paris and wondered aloud, 'Could this be considered cheating?' " Jeremy, who says he's bedded more than 4,000 women, adds: "Being a true gentleman, I never confirmed or denied the [Page Six] story. Later, at a party in Las Vegas, I overheard Paris loudly exclaiming to Limp Bizkit singer Fred Durst that she had seen my penis. So now I feel comfortable telling the story."

We like the idea of Paris at Hyde, taking a break from table dancing to loudly gush to every D-list crap rocker in earshot about her brief encounter with the legendary Ron ramrod. Sure, "I flashed my tits for Ron Jeremy's penis" is no "I got fucked in the butt for coke," but they'd both make great t-shirts. Someone call Kitson.

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ï No, as a matter of fact, we haven't actually seen Ron Jeremy and Super Mario in the same room together. Luigi, though, sure.