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Professional Style Farmer
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the other day I was wandering a gucci store (heh, like those idiots think I'm going to buy anything with only 50% markdowns) when the spirit of manton rose from a mannequin and inhabited me, filling me a satorial mission to play a little 'what's this' with the sales attendants. spotting a likely target - young, female, poorly dressed (her shoes wern't even bespoke, that sultry *****) - I closed in, like a tiger stalking a young gazelle. feigning ignorance, I engaged her in a conversation over shoes 'oh, who are these made by?' and when she made the fatal mistake of saying 'gucci' I know that my time had come. I quickly overpowered her voice with mine and corrected her - I could see the fear rise in her eyes - eyes that soon began to resemble an overcooked egg white, pasty, sallow, glazed over in awe of my big dick gucci designer knowledge.
I was victorious that day.
I, the styleforum predator.
I was victorious that day.
I, the styleforum predator.