… when the world was paparazzi fresh, there was no stopping us as we traipsed the dark fantastic from one executive washroom cocktail party to another decked out in gortex bikini bottoms and biohazard boots armed with the kind of impunity that toilet glamour brings… but you can only blow so many sticky kisses on last year’s pundits whose poles no longer can rise to the previous electoral heights… and we are bored now, grown fat with our low-brow successes and much too big for our gortex bikini bottoms...
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Marie
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