children of the sun on a highway of hope

"when i f**k you!". This is not your bedroom mind you. Spare me the horror of having to listen to your pre-sex talk. I cannot begin to imagine zegna's knitwear as a form of a sexual object. Speaking in a forced accent (really really forced), the man came in with his partner (both singaporean, lady with an authentic aussie accent I believe) for an item exchange but what we got out of it was an exchange of some sort.

"yeahhhhhhhhhhh!" the lady purred.

Anyway, on saturday, after a bus + taxi trip amounting to an hour an a half worth of traveling, I finally arrived at the invitation-only sale I've been waiting for all week.