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!