There was a knock at the hotel room door. Even though I was expecting it I jumped slightly, nerves perhaps. I smoothed down my satin robe as I went to open the door. In walked a tall dark man, I had never seen him before but I knew this was Valentino, his name and appearance…
Etiket: looked turned
High Rise
The best stories are the true ones. ***** Each morning I leave my apartment and walk to work. “Walk” isn’t really a good description – it is more like I run an obstacle course. The sidewalk is packed with jostling pedestrians, blaring taxis push aggressively through crosswalks, sirens wail constantly, and the ground itself shakes…