For me, extreme wealth is about tiaras and roaming exotic places in pajamas. Occcasionally straddling a fountain with help from the concierge.
Maybe I saw Mame too many times, but seriously, I’m all about brunch with Wallis who has trouble seeing from her yacht- I usually have to flag her down.
Sometimes I lose my palazzo keys and have to wait for Imar my manservant to climb the trellis and let me in. Sigh.
Ugh. The peasants will never appreciate the pain of a turban induced headache. Only Nick Cannon and I know the suffering.
So I said to Ivana- I refuse to go another step until I am assured that’s no one else is wearing fringe hand woven out of unicorn arse hairs by Belgian nuns. I sense someone is copying my motif.
Sigh. I smell poor people.
Sometimes I like to ponder the deeper issues- like should my body waxer be tipped like the boy detailing my Bentley?
Evelyn, come down- they promise to restock the minibar!
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