Bright lights, sidewalks teeming with people, a mass of frantic activity. Everything is so unlike the staid winding streets of Bel Air. And as for the towering neon-lit hotels, all I can say is – wow! I’m excited. I can’t wait to get out of the limo driving us from the airport and explore the streets. However, no such luck, because the limo deposits me and Gino at his latest hotel, and I am whisked up to his penthouse suite where I am to stay. Gino immediately takes off, leaving me in the charge of Flora, a thirty-something woman with a fixed smile, dyed red hair, and obvious fake boobs. She is one of the VIP hostesses at the hotel, and has obviously received a full set of instructions from Gino about where she is supposed to take me, and what we are supposed to do.I am pissed. Where is my freedom? Why is there always someone around to watch over me like I’m some kind of crazed criminal? Leave me alone, people!Our first stop is the beauty salon. A frightening place filled with dozens of anxious females busily working on a quest to look younger.I am perfectly happy with my image, thank you very much, but apparently Daddy Dearest is not – he has requested a ‘proper hairstyle’ for me, whatever that might mean.Yikes!
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