Darling! Honey! Darling, please - be well dressed when doom comes!
Guardrail scrubbed shortly before NCE. Luckily I took my vallies. Fck the heat of Monaco. I miss my London Fields.
I leave the limousine of boredom for the love of my vanity. Fleeing bitterness, it plunges like a Concorde into the depths of desire. Give it to me, Miley.
I’ve only let her the red Sobranies. Stoled her boy from Nassau after he read to me from Wallace’ Fun. Oh dear, the Manhattan has a tad too much Angostura.
Bored on red carpet. Stay mindful. Nice girls don´t wear PENG CZAR.
