Got my hands on an authentic vintage Gucci bag once. A nice one too—a collector’s steal—a connoisseur’s dreams—
but really wasn’t my type of, you know, flavor—couldn’t satisfy my sweet tooth... Eh,
so I parted with it three days later for decent enough amount of fiat.
I know, I know—some may say girl you’awholefool out in these streets…well, to each her or his own custom pile of rocks to kick…
I know my own speed of light. I bang hard with my own style. I like the conversion rate of USD to Pesos
—and this Rosetti backpack for that Burlington price tag… let’s just say life was officially given bi.