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Oh, look at her. Look at that low neck blouse and those skinny jeans. Levis, if I’m not mistaken. It makes sense for a woman – no, girl – of that social status to shop at the very best places. And that blouse; I cannot place my finger on where she bought it from. She probably got it from abroad. Excellent. Rich and classy. I like that. She could be a nice fit.

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Long shirts. Hmm. And so loose too. Just like a maternity dress. Perhaps…? You can never trust these low type ones. They pretend to be all ignorant and uneducated when most of them are on the arm of a different man each night. How they like playing the typical damsel in distress. And all because they have no money. Then again, perhaps they are loaded with wealth and the putrid shalwar kameez is only to attract the men with soft hearts. Manipulative little bi*****. No, they will not do.

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Even though she is standing far away, I can smell that Victoria’s Secret perfume. Perhaps she put it on to impress me. Well, I am suitably impressed. And that makeup done to look like no makeup at all! Only with a good range of cosmetics can you achieve that look. I must ask her what eye shades and foundation she uses, but I’m pretty sure her answer will be Loreal.

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Love her ensemble. Such a unique combination of colours. All the way from the top to bottom. So graceful, so elegant, so expensive. That top, those leggings, those shoe….. Are those last season’s Louis Vuittons? Rejected.

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Is that the new Prada clutch? Approved!

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Call off the search. Start the preparations.

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