Her concept of beauty
As I walk past the streets of New York, people are either closing their noses or making weird sounds on reference to the pungent smell coming off of me, don’t mind me though, I’m definitely not proud of the fact that I stink.
“can’t he have a bath or something?” asks one passerby lady, “yeah he sure does stink, and his hair, is almost lifeless” replies her accomplice.
My almost bony legs begin leading me to my solace as usual.
I find myself standing in front of the skyscraper, in front of the modelling building that I so much love. “MacPherson’s” it’s a cosmetic building with lots of high paid models in it, their cosmetics is like one of the bests.
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