Tiffany

Read that, stiff shit being tossed outta Cabinet, heart bleeds for the man. Report seemed to suggest the guys thought they were fakes. What would they know bout $30-40k watches. Here they're big, big biz. Small limp weenie, little mousey fella slightly cross-eyed, a Rolex Oyster fixes that in a jiffy. Utmost respect. Full page ads almost daily. A such-and-such isn't extravagance for the vain and egotistical wannabes. No-one ever owns one of these; rather a purchase is custodianship for the next generation. Daddy in fine wool sweater, nice fluffed hair on a lawn with pretty little boy, you hardly see the time-piece under the cuff. Reminded of the kinda shots they used to sell Jean-Paul Belmondo in the 60s or—a name you might not know—Alain Delon. The Chin corporates wouldn't know the names either, but they sure know if you wanna see Big Ben and the Eiffel Tower, ski the slopes of the Matterhorn and not be looked upon askance by sophisticated Europe, you strap a glinting Rol on your wrist. Brokering a deal, say buying submarines, you're a dirty brown/yellow nuthin’ if you don't gleam with Swiss know-how. Reminds me: when even mid millionaires here motor up to Malaysia, they strip off their gold chains, watches and bracelets, garage the Mercs and hire Toyotas. Lottsa kidnappings and muggings. One of my riff-raff mates got his hand on an old Rol few months back, felt-lined box, showroom condition, someone had looked after thinking of the heirs. Someone else had looked after it too and made it walk. The fence was trying to sell it locally for one G., thought he had a deal with a pawnbroker, in the end had to go off-shore, Indo from memory. There's one particular young English kinda rose who alternates page 3 & 5 here last few months. Private school grad., still at home with mum and dad, but seeing a nice boy. Daddy buys his girl the best corp execs can manage. Straits Times is English of course, but native English readers make up10% max. More like 5 with everyone else thrown in. All the poor bananas drooling and dribbling over her. Not in the best Orchard brothels you gunna find this gal. It's all put-on there, Four Floors and all the others. This heavy slim wrist on your member under the table-cloth at Imperial Jadetakes some special doin’. My old landlord Tan cries and bawls for a white girl, any price don't matter. Filipinas, Viets, Thais, done 'em all to death. A girl like the Tiffany before he drops dead, just one night. Always thought the store was make-believe from the movies, never credited. Here at Takashimaya, across from Mont Blanc and Bvlgari. Might not have mentioned the fake Mont B. shoulder bag I bought in Jogja. Rp180k; $18. Every couple weeks catching the No. 7 after lunch over to Orchard for the LRB, Omar it was gave warning: they catch you there going past they can have you for fraud, intellectual property theft whatnot. That would take the cake!

 

 

NB. A friend back home reporting the case of the junior Cabinet Minister tending his resignation after being exposed brokering a deal in Beijing and being duchessed with some expensive time-pieces.