“Though many years have passed since I saw Ghislaine in person, I now see her every day on Youtube, though in most cases these are clips or stills taken many years ago, and thus resembling the Ghislaine I remember with such fond relish,” said Alex Jonz-Joned-Jones.
“The Ghislaine I relish, was a relish– and with pickles, too. Add a little mustard, some catsup, or ketchsup, as the case may be, and that was a fine, fine supper to be had,” Alex Jonz-Joned-Jones added, again with relish, and other condiments.
“16 or 17 years since I saw the queen of disraeli, Benjamin Disraeli, that fine Prime Minister of the emerald isle of my eye, every bit as dear to me as my own Mannahattas. Mannahattas, Texas, that is. Or at least Mannahattas, U.S.A.
“In France, there are many a dauphiness, while in the Disraeli gear of an emerald isle, we have a duchess. A duchess or two. Or three. One or many. One duchess in or on Mannahattas, too, and that, my cowpokes, is one too many. Nevertheless.
“A dauphiness at Versailles, a Ghislaine strolling Central Park. Surely never lighted on this orb, or chandelier, especially the one with the effigy of a black woman dangling from it, such a delight. Ghislaine hardly seemed to touch, except to give a touch for health– a massage. a more delightful vision. I saw her just above the news cycle, decorating and cheerleading the elevated social sphere she had just begun to move in, glittering like the Luciferian morning star full of wanton conspicuous consumption.”
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