Juicy

New for certain. It would have been noticed previously. By the escalators the girl first and only then the shop.... Excuse me. You have just come from that place across there, right? Juicy Couture? Lovely range, suits you.... Scrumptious finger-licking little Orchard baby-doll you could tuck under your arm and carry home. Glistening beads and jewels bigger than those from the heavens last few weeks, petite honey-blonde Chin. YEOW! glory be how she would squeal like the shrills skittering across the paths here evenings. Twenty years ago she woulda been pursued along the street never mind her umbrella, never mind warnings and scolding. No mobiles those days. Not exactly hottest flaming arrow since this move to the equator and the sheathed, scarfed, sliding-gaited maidens have won over the heart, but still A-OK. Flower Diamond Boutique flanking one side of Juicy C. and (skipping a couple of inconsequential others with ineffective and illegible graphic) Shanghai Tang the other. Paul patisserie/cafe opposite for the note-taking striking while the iron was hot, sesame French stick picked up en route and declining the cafe. Waiting on a friend…. And once done, Yes, thank you. Just taken a call.... Two minutes two of the waiters. Nice to see you again sir. Anyone looking after you? the white dustcoat. Hello there sir. Welcome back. I do love that shirt, the champion heart-gladdened Chin smiler who had an eye for style and for a fella who could carry it off right. One didn't get batik printed tees like this even on Orchard, eat your hearts out Fuckers! Six dollars. Not put in an appearance at Paul 9-10 months, the well-trained Parisienne gallants not missing a beat. The pork pie panama continuing to knock ‘em dead these parts. Couple hundred dollaro the replacement for the original ruined after three monsoons on the equator worth every last penny, opened doors island-wide. One could probably get by Security at the Emperor high-roller suite at Marina Bay Sands adding shoes, the Fullerton dining-room. The mirror had been a bit flattering lately, appreciative girls on the streets, that funny cycle that happens of itself every so often still even at this ripe old age. Three storey tree centre-piece in the foyer lit up a treat. A Very Wonderful Horological Christmas banner strung even higher than the gilded star atop the pine with the spots trained, coupla dozen jeweled watch-faces enticing. The old gold-plated ticker still sold in these parts, chaps at the upper-end needed them on the wrist to close any worthwhile deal. Manager Billy at Dome last week had reported a recent firing of an Orchard tree. Terrorists? Godless anarchists? Mr. Billy couldn't say. Electrical fault could easily be a blind. A little gander for tell-tale signs shortly. Retailers would want to quash anything untoward in the rundown. Juicy they're pitchin for the Sugar-daddies of course; hubbies aren't in the market at Juice almost certainly. Take a squiz goin past.