
My two personal attendants. Imported from India and Malaysia. Why are they not fanning me?
No food for them that night.

TWo of us conjuring up a slightly perverse look. Something we are rather and proudly good at.

Ok Through the looking glass. Somewhere I cannot threaten their safety.

Me and my prominient red shoes. I wonder if our agreed trip to thailand will work out.

How about doing some business?
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