I think the turning point was working at the Savoy Club; dressed from head to toe in Dolce Gabbana (how soon ratings will go down?...) chances to meet in the toilet (no, not that type of meets) will bring me to parties and clubs in London. I'm not sure how it all happened when the line between reality, which can be said to be my "normal" life and this fancy one, was drawn. As I was lying there on the floor, as I was vomiting in the toilet, I realized that using cristal and on top coke was enough to make the Colombian drug baron crash. What made the situation worse was the fact that I was on the floor in the bathroom, which looked like a scene from a Trainspotting movie. Just after emptying my bowels a hundred times, I heard someone saying it was time to go - only then I realized that there were people in the bathroom besides me, and when I looked around, which one could wipe my forehead, I realized I was wearing red PVC and a chain skirt in company with two of Lond...
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