Apparently I look like shit, but still beautiful and ofcourse foolish. Leaving Singapore was painful, not in the sense of emotional wtihdrawl but more on the "passport missing shit shit shit" sense. It´s raining cats n dogs today, my new friend lent me his hotel umbrella and I took another stroll back to central. It´s fucking high summer and I see leather boots, too-rich-to-care is nice, but too-rich-to- notice-it’s-fucking- 90-degrees- outside-you- crazy-bitch is the way we like it. I would love to deliberate more about the grand encounters in the Kong but I am afraid it´s not safe for work so anyone interested out there may email me at: heissohotijustjizzedinmypants@jmail.com
over n def. out this time
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