i am like.
- i`ve seen that Chanel tweed coat on a Thailand princess?
but it seems to be out of stock everywhere, my buyer is a stud.
→quite badass to my liking, but even he was taking his just time.
-i`ve seen that dress in 4th episode on that girl, the dress is a killer.
but my, it was 2014 show and for any money they say it can`t be found.
(i am not shy, when it comes to a fashion item. i can offer a LOT.)
he is like.
-wait a moment girl, don`t go anywhere.
just able to find those two and get them delivered to my door step in a month.
(i thought my heart would drop, when the dress was crossing over the Atlantic.
from Palo Alto, checking the tracking number every other second even at work.)
a snap of fingers, a snap of millions?
i always thought, that (especially for our kind)
the lost art of enchanting someone is eternally lost.
what can i say?
enamorado de ti.
todos los dias.
...
when they ask, what kind of work i am doing,
dropping all the nasty and out of line black details,
i say, that i am a hell of a mediator. world class, nah.
i make it sure, that the transaction is done and everyone is happy.
but i hate people. i do not trust anyone, outside my guys.
i always make my hair, body and teeth done exactly by the same person.
(body done equals cosmetic surgeries and other medical care, not sex).
sometimes i find it deeply ironic.
sometimes i just dwell on it.