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The Devil Wears Prada - Satan Moschino. On the train to FFM. Saturday evening at eight.
Saturday evening on the train. FFM Central Station and Tshajbukoshka with pepper in her A* and in a foul mood, two things that, as we will soon find out, go very well together.
Vegan gummy bears - without gelatin, but sticky-resinous - stuffed into the mouth, mask on, and into the S-Bahn. There are just way too few gummy bears with pear flavor :‘).
On the way to the next destination and the rest of the group, Tshajbu spots a young woman and stops.
A questioning look is the question. A questioning look is the answer.
In response to “You just totally reminded me of an old roommate, sorrüüüü!” comes “Haha, I thought I knew you too.” Both pairs of eyes smile.
Tshajbukoshka stands next to the seats. From there, she hears a voice.
“I know who you are!”
Tshajbukoshka ignores this voice.
“You are the Saaatan.”
WTF. How does one come up with SOMETHING LIKE THAT?! Is it the black outfit? Blin, that’s teddy bear fluff!
Tshajbukoshka ignores the gentleman, whose voice irritates everyone around.
What do Tshajbukoshka and the rose bouquet have in common? Neither has thorns, both think they are quite sweet, and yet they have a lot of tricks up their sleeves.
“You are the Saaatan!” rings out again from the gentleman with the bottle of spirits in hand. He is not wearing a mask.
T. from T., known for talking and then thinking and wearing his heart on his sleeve, smiling and with a piercing, intense gaze: “Yes. And? I know who you are too. So be careful and leave the people here alone.”
“You are the Saaatan (again with the exact same intonation)! Stay away from me.”
Tshajbukoshka takes a few steps to the side, towards the others in the group and a hand strap.
“You are the Saaatan!”
Tshajbukoshka is about to lose her cool. The gentleman had just spilled some of the contents of his bottle on the floor.
“Don’t you want to clean that up? There’s still plenty of room on my list. We’ll see each other in hell.”
Tshajbukoshka's friends fall silent. But Tshajbu just wants to play!
Yes, the bear has something to offer. The bottle alone is a hundred reasons to buy.
The contents: peppery opening, citrusy but not lemony, spicy thanks to nutmeg, which holds until the heart note, organic pear gummy bears, soapy-love, gentle roses
- a clearly artificial, yet simultaneously artistic creation.
From me, there’s a big like and a solid place in the non-existent collection.
As with seemingly all Moschinos, one should not make a final judgment after the first glance.
Otherwise, I would say: your own fault.
By the way, there’s still room on my list.
Vegan gummy bears - without gelatin, but sticky-resinous - stuffed into the mouth, mask on, and into the S-Bahn. There are just way too few gummy bears with pear flavor :‘).
On the way to the next destination and the rest of the group, Tshajbu spots a young woman and stops.
A questioning look is the question. A questioning look is the answer.
In response to “You just totally reminded me of an old roommate, sorrüüüü!” comes “Haha, I thought I knew you too.” Both pairs of eyes smile.
Tshajbukoshka stands next to the seats. From there, she hears a voice.
“I know who you are!”
Tshajbukoshka ignores this voice.
“You are the Saaatan.”
WTF. How does one come up with SOMETHING LIKE THAT?! Is it the black outfit? Blin, that’s teddy bear fluff!
Tshajbukoshka ignores the gentleman, whose voice irritates everyone around.
What do Tshajbukoshka and the rose bouquet have in common? Neither has thorns, both think they are quite sweet, and yet they have a lot of tricks up their sleeves.
“You are the Saaatan!” rings out again from the gentleman with the bottle of spirits in hand. He is not wearing a mask.
T. from T., known for talking and then thinking and wearing his heart on his sleeve, smiling and with a piercing, intense gaze: “Yes. And? I know who you are too. So be careful and leave the people here alone.”
“You are the Saaatan (again with the exact same intonation)! Stay away from me.”
Tshajbukoshka takes a few steps to the side, towards the others in the group and a hand strap.
“You are the Saaatan!”
Tshajbukoshka is about to lose her cool. The gentleman had just spilled some of the contents of his bottle on the floor.
“Don’t you want to clean that up? There’s still plenty of room on my list. We’ll see each other in hell.”
Tshajbukoshka's friends fall silent. But Tshajbu just wants to play!
Yes, the bear has something to offer. The bottle alone is a hundred reasons to buy.
The contents: peppery opening, citrusy but not lemony, spicy thanks to nutmeg, which holds until the heart note, organic pear gummy bears, soapy-love, gentle roses
- a clearly artificial, yet simultaneously artistic creation.
From me, there’s a big like and a solid place in the non-existent collection.
As with seemingly all Moschinos, one should not make a final judgment after the first glance.
Otherwise, I would say: your own fault.
By the way, there’s still room on my list.
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That wouldn't help either. You can't escape the devil. Toy Boy is provocative, yet you just can't help but like him. One of my favorites.