Juicy (Sept26)

New for certain. It could not have failed to be noticed otherwise. By the escalators the girl first, and only then the shop... Excuse me. You have just come from that place across there? 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 the last few weeks of the monsoon. Petite honey-blonde Chinese of the sort you almost completely forget about the dye. YEOW! Glory! how she would squeal like the shrills skittering across the paths evenings. Twenty years ago she woulda been pursued along the street, never mind her umbrella, never mind warnings & scolding. Not exactly the hottest flaming arrow since the move to the Equator and the intro to the sheathed, scarfed, sliding maidens that had won over the heart. But still, VERY much A OK. Flower Diamond Boutique flanking one side and (skipping couple inconsequential others with ineffective & illegible graphic) Shanghai Tang the other. Paul patisserie/cafe opposite for the resort for note-taking, striking while the iron was hot. Sesame French stick picked up en route and declining the cafe. Waiting on a friend... (And later once done, Yes, thank you. Just taken a call...) Two minutes; two of the waiters targeting. Nice to see you again, sir. Anyone looking after you? The white dust-coat 2nd. 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. One didn't get batik printed tees like this even on Orchard, eat your hearts out, Fuckers! Six dollars, wouldn’t you know!…  Not having put in an appearance at Paul 9 - 10 months, the well-trained Sing / faux Parisienne gallants were not missing a single beat. The panama continued knocking ‘em dead in these parts. Couple hundred dollaro the replacement, after the original was ruined by three monsoons here. Worth every last penny, opened doors island-wide. One could probably get by security at the Emperor high-roller suite at Marina Bay Sands with polished shoes added, maybe tie & watch. The Fullerton dining-room, perchance. The mirror had been a bit flattering lately; girls appreciative on the streets. Tricky, unreliable cycle that happens of itself every so often, even at this ripe old age. Three storey tree in the foyer at Takashimaya was lit up a treat. A Very Wonderful Horological Christmas strung higher than the gilded star atop the pine. Spots trained, couple dozen jewelled watch-faces giving the targeted guys passing below hard-ons. The old gold-plated ticker still sold in these parts, chaps at the upper-end needed them to close any worthwhile deal. Cuffs pulled back, links not outta the question. Glinting like that produced masses of confidence & good faith. Manager Billy at Dome last week had reported a recent firing of an Orchard tree. It was unclear whether an outdoor one was involved. Terrorists? Godless anarchists? Mr. Billy couldn't say. “Electrical fault” could easily be a governmental blind. A little gander was needed in the days ahead for tell-tale signs. Retailers would want to quash anything untoward in the rundown to the day. Juicy they were pitchin’ for the Sugar-daddies; hubbies weren't in the market at Juice, almost certainly. A casual squiz goin’ past indicated clearly enough.

 

 

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