If women didn’t exist all the money in the world would have no meaning
Perhaps I’ll take you through a typical few days, now that I’ve begun to have the luxury (?) of such things.
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A prime site for dreams, the East’s exuberant vision of the West, the West’s uneasy hallucination of the East.
…and then we all felt brilliant the next morning and did heaps of really dedicated sightseeing and decided that that was way better than drinking anyway so stayed in the next night and played cards instead.
Lies.
An unsettlingly big place 