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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