NEVER THE WAY OF LUXURY

THE RUBBERNECKING OF THE ENVIOUS

Without a self, noblesse is lacking; but obligatory in any case: luxury has always been and remains quiet. Its markings tell the affluent: “Anyone can buy, but only a few can shop smart in a metropolis full of monopolies.” The shiny appearance of the expensive and new is deceptive to the insecure. Assurance in itself only chooses price – an excess of beauty instead of turning heads afterwards. In a new rich odyssey, little men love sitting in rented Lamborghinis. Nice car, bad call: Lots of little women in the side rear-view mirror, a pond from the front. Off to the infamous Lake au Weiher! A different kind of immersion.

Our condolences go to the car. The motor drowned. Oops. The abruptly muted howls of the little men. The little women falling into the ponds while taking a selfie. Men and women, on the other hand, move on to proceed without anything visible. There is never anything to be proven. Meanwhile, politicians are tinkering with a quota in a fit of suffering. But every person counts – unique in their own way. Rarity is a round of play for beauty. It is also appreciated as a luxury – that which nobody needs and everyone likes. Lemon ice cream.

Luxury has been declared dead and accompanies us forever. It represents the beauty of goods and in its performance. That’s why luxury is beautiful in and for itself. We instantly share this beauty, which in turn increases it. The only reason to show luxury. L’art pour l’art. Beauty for beauty’s sake. So let’s save the Lamborghini-boat now.

LOVE OF LUXURY

An L word can mean different things to different people. For the man with a rope on the shore, it might be a perfect beer after hauling in the fish. The overflying owner of the empty aircraft Lear is enjoying one already in row 8. Both share a desire for the same brand of drinks. Both don’t care about L-words against boredom – something better helps. This freedom from luxury is no luxury at all: controlling yourself is part of the self. Luxury, on the other hand, remains obsolete, tangible or not. But it is beautiful! Does the man with the Lamborghini Lasso also catch the aircraft Lady Lear? Not for our beer. Those who are still green, on the other hand, look to verbally capture what they cannot touch because of their suffering. No one will cool a beer for anyone who gets excited about it, even as a guest in the jet set: ‘Not my Lear!’ He’ll start seeing Ferrari-red.

In this way, the Benz from the state is not sufficient for generally bathing crowds. And unfortunately, a lurking Lamborghini disturbs public limbo within its own might. Therefore, no one else should enjoy it either. The simple meeting, on the other hand, tastes good on its own already: only those who drink it refer to its beauty. That aesthetic of luxury also whispers to two people with the same passion. Secrets without words! And what should you talk about after the 5th tankard in the nozzle anyway? This country needs new connoisseurs! Glands spray it in the sand: aircraft Learbido ready for take-off!

ESCORT AS A SERVICE – MATERIAL OR MENTAL?

Prestige means nothing to those who are conscious of themselves instead of others. Why sweat nobly in a tailcoat? Scantily clad and sweating will stay in your head forever. The slicer later slides under the sable. Nobel Prize for the comprehensible! This award is easy in the Lada with more queuing freedom than in the headroom (which is still drying off). Then we’ll dance the “Lamborghini” there.

Luxury remains meta-, the self physical. After eight weeks in a plaster cast in St. Moritz, simple walking instead of going on in 8th gear. And only going to the discount store with canned goods instead of the Michelin meal. Better still to Michelle! Whether it’s a delicious delicacy or a feathery thrill in the Kitzbühel Alps after French kissing and pillow fights: health, as the most valuable asset, also needs servicing. Mens sana in corpore sano, instead of in a sanatorium. A great conversation with an escort as a service touches the intellectual just as proficiently as the tactile. Head massages are always good too. Before, after, in the middle: mind is matter; and then no matter.

Most need some other elixir. Everyone needs an enjoyable tonic. For example: lemon ice cream! Life with luxury is more beautiful. On the other hand, nobody needs dead matter to catch glances. Advertising fills the inner emptiness of their marsupials with the need for a coupon. Superlatives in deterioration distort luxury into boredom with glitter. Diamonds are a girl’s best friend? Sure: Diamonds are forever. And laughing with an even better friend!

Numbers, on the other hand, are still torture. Who wants to wait hundreds of hours of tough work for their time? And whose effort? Life is now. Death comes at an unclear hour. That’s why the little death before him comes in seconds. Again and again. For a lifetime. It’s inhaling and exhaling as you go. Machines with legs, exploring the hills in a beautiful landscape. There the tree can be felled and quickly replanted. Evergreen! With front and rear parts. Yes, you can touch.

The sheathes of conversation are already falling. Unfasten your heat belts; please unbuckle! Now it’s getting tribological, gentlemen: The tree sinks as if lubricated in the damp forest. Such mechanical luxury promotes health, sometimes thanks to the best handiwork!

Mouth-blown marvels in Venice entice you to gaze in wonder at its Heart-of-Glass goods. Only blondes with venom would think of gold rings.

A propos “ring-free”: experiencing instead of owning is thrilling. A cool blonde in St. Mark’s Square for this Bond-Age! Our hovercraft with toilet without corona is parked there. Is that L-itist?

The Loo-Lux-Klan sees that through gold glasses – function unites, faction divides. Everyone has to go, whether speckled, young or younger, with or without. Exclusive goes awry if not everyone is allowed to go when they need to. Without a pot with a lid, society will end up wading through its necessities again like in the middle ages! Average is no fun. That’s why luxury is meant for everyone. However, few people experience money in the same way as gravity: always there. “Hi Warren, are you coming with me to the moon?” “Not again, Elon. Is there still eternal life with Jeff?” Would be amazing, because Bill bought it. Ridley is now shooting:

“ESCORT AS A SERVICE ll: BEYOND LUXURY”

After the “fat Benz” comes decadence: does the trip to the next planet seem boring? Will Venus be the new Mars soon? Then you can jet to Selman (still earth) with Barbie or Artificial Ken from the 3D-printer: the excess of luxury is kindled there. In the resort near Marrakesh, royals and moguls stumble over each other. The fine location regulates its glow to 5 stars – the night sky should still work.

Boredom kills again – only diplomacy and marble here! So you fly back to Azzam. That Lürssen cruiser casino yacht is 180 metres long for jogging. Unfortunately too short for the Lear, but with a pad for the helicopter. If the Lamborghini isn’t parked there already. In the morning it dawns divinely – in the long run, only luxury in the head helps with boredom; and if it’s someone else. With people full of tension, see the world relaxed. Always in new false colours, without a white nose! So it goes, through many colourful days, until the last sun rises.

With restrained greed, the trick for luxury remains at the limit of long life. The tip of the scales wags between “everything now” and “constantly”. Fast slalom around the pole in those tongs! The bar is high for the pole jumper. Unbridled greed, on the other hand, sees the stomach grow. Better not to use sugar as a substitute for the sweetness up in the Meißner! In return, the Lamy can be used to write liquid checks for luxury in the body: beauty that transforms the viewer into it.

At the same time, the Waterman signs higher donations for water protection – chewing coffee beans blackens the veneer. And next to that young presence with glowing enamel, one can only shine.

Luxury also means progress: back to nature. So you walk in the ancient forest at night under drones that warm infrared. Luxury escorts you. Bad play on words, good sentiment! We make each other warm, even better. Then the made-to-measure suit fits again. Then comes the as-yet unattainable, whether wealthy or cash-rich. Blissfully experiencing the world in other people’s skin! What does high beauty and intelligence mean in the same body? For its casual wearer? She strolls quietly into a hall and it still belongs to her. Is that annoying? Amusing? And how does that feel next to her?

Experience this and other worlds with luxury and escorts, whether in the stratosphere or on the beach sand. Come on: it makes sense! Come to Sin (Bananafishbones)! You bring the jelly, spoons and strawberries, she’ll bring the brains and the beakers. Laughs at luxury ahoy!