A lot of people had a crush on her in the 1980s, but look at her now…

Following her role in “Crocodile Dundee,” Linda Kozlowski gained international recognition. Co-starring alongside Paul Hogan, the film marked a significant turning point in her career. However, after the “Dundee” series and a few other appearances, Kozlowski gradually stepped away from the Hollywood limelight.

Born on January 7, 1958, in Fairfield, Connecticut, Linda Kozlowski pursued her passion for acting by enrolling in the renowned theater program at the Juilliard School. After completing her degree in 1981, she made her debut in various off-Broadway productions. Eventually, she transitioned to minor roles on Broadway and television, including the television movie “Death of a Salesman,” where she acted alongside Dustin Hoffman.

Linda’s journey to stardom had its challenges. She moved to California after working as a waitress following her role in “Death of a Salesman.” During this time, Dustin Hoffman, who had become her mentor, and his wife offered her a place to stay in their Malibu beach house. It was from there that Linda embarked on an audition that would change her life forever.

Dustin Hoffman recommended Linda for the role of Sue Charlton in “Crocodile Dundee,” a role she auditioned for successfully. The film’s success was monumental, grossing over $320 million on a $10 million budget, making Linda Kozlowski a star virtually overnight. Interestingly, her fame was more pronounced in Australia initially due to the film’s early release there.

Despite her newfound stardom, Linda didn’t feel she received the attention she deserved in Hollywood. She continued to act in the “Crocodile Dundee” sequels but turned down many offers for roles that typecast her as the girlfriend of a comic actor. Linda decided to step away from acting altogether after the third “Dundee” film.

In her personal life, Linda Kozlowski found love with her co-star Paul Hogan during the “Crocodile Dundee” series. They got married in 1990 and had a son named Chance in 1998. However, their marriage ended in 2014.

Following her divorce from Paul Hogan, Linda Kozlowski chose to live life on her own terms. She received a substantial settlement and decided to shift her focus. Her attention turned to Morocco, where she met Moulay Hafid Baba, a native tour guide. Their connection was immediate, leading to a significant life change.

Together, Linda and Moulay Hafid Baba established the luxury travel agency Dream My Destiny in Marrakech. They create unique travel itineraries tailored to their clients’ preferences. Linda’s life had transitioned from Hollywood to the enchanting landscapes of Morocco

While Linda Kozlowski may have stepped away from the acting world, her legacy as Sue Charlton in “Crocodile Dundee” lives on. At 63 years old, she has chosen to embrace her adventurous and fulfilling life in Morocco. She finds real life more rewarding than fiction, focusing on her role in the travel industry, where her intuition, honed during her acting career, plays a vital role in creating memorable experiences for others.

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