Photo: Johan Orre |
Last night I was high rolling among the tourist at Club de visionaire, which reminds me in a scary way of a yacht club for junkies and hookers. Sitting by the river smoking pot with manors though. At one point of the night a friend went to find my a gin tonic and came back with something looking exactly like one. First taste made me suicidal. The drink was a scam called ginger vodka; what has gone with the world, people drinking filthy coffee drinks and surreal fake GTs, I feel lonely darling, help me, come home. Whatever happened to rum & Pepsi and cocaine on the bathroom?
Had company home with to filthy Frenchmen trying to tell me to clean my act. I told them to fucking learn English first and then tell me again.
Ps. Came to think about inspirations and founds this brilliant clip Ds.
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ReplyDeleteLOVE the bag and the outfit!
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Fcuk the french and there bad english!!
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Totally inspiring clip!!!
Oh my fierce on, hopefully I'll be down next week be your side to make fierce faces at everyone. Try to hold on
Toddles*