... что я была бы идеальным персонал байером. в 3х случаях их 5ти я могу одеть человека лучше чем он оделся бы сам. остальные два просто и так уже пиздато одеты. и на худой конец было бы неплохо стать hotelier. это такие люди которые придумывают концепции гостиниц во всех подробностях и затем отпускают их в свободное плавание. 5. как часто ты думаешь о смерти? каждый день. с некоторой надеждой.
...he's now talking about making his house a museum. I would *so* love to go to this! Bob Pritikin knows just what San Francisco needs - yet another museum. And the quirky former ad man, hotelier and musical saw player - yes, he plays a saw with a reputed Yehudi Menuhin violin bow - has the perfect spot. His house. It's packed with a kaleidoscope of art, kitsch and magic show paraphernalia....
... with Natalia towards the exit. "Oh yes, there is. The night's just beginning." Once back in the car, Natalia had placed a black blindfold over Olivia's eyes, sparkingmany questions from the hotelier. "Nuh uh...I'm not telling you a word about what we're doing next, Sweetheart." Olivia attempted to pout which only made Natalia giggle more. "Not even one hint." Twenty minutes later, Natalia ...
.... I’ll try to make it easier for you this time. Please come back. I miss you so badly that it’s killing me. I tried going to Japan but I wasn’t able to contact you. Junsu gave me your address but the hotelier said you weren’t there. That you moved. And your idioticbest friend told me he’s too busy to help me look for you! Boo, where are you? Damn it! I’m nearing 30 for god’s sake! I want to get ...
..., that’s fine. I’m sure he’ll be fine with that. The bags are over there, I’m going up to Miranda Priestly’s suite.” Andy turned and walked to the stairs, ignoring the protests of the hotelier. She walked instinctively up to the suite that Miranda always stayed in. She knocked. Then she knocked again. As she was about to knock the third time, Emily opened the door. “You have nerve.” “Emily, I ...
...her plan. Turned out someone else wanted that very same picture. And it was none other than Blair’s beloved boyfriend, Chuck. He was trying to get a club off the ground with the help of famous hotelier Sean MacPherson. Sean’s assistant told Chuck in order to get on Sean’s good side he should respect his past. And what would you know? Sean MacPherson was in that coveted soon to be auctioned ...
... intent on making her feel like she was capable of anything. "You'll be okay," Olivia reassured her as they exited the hotel offices and stepped into the lobby. Straightening her shoulders, the hotelier let her gaze slide over the broad room, taking in efficiently working staff and expensively appointed wood paneling and crystal chandeliers. Her gaze met Jack's and he nodded ever so slightly in ...
... quiet. “Oh, she’s flirtingalright,” the hotelier agreed with a wicked grin, pausing to enjoy ... with an air of light amusement. “Whassup?” the hotelier ventured finally, when it became clear that the .... So spill.” Blake scowled again as the hotelier delivered her demand, then sighed, deciding that she’... that moment to make an appearance, patting the hotelier jovially on the shoulder with a loud “...
...sure you are aware has been in the Lewis family for generations." "Why am I calling you? Well my clientJames Lewis has informed me you have often expressed great interest in this place and as one hotelier to another...." "That's perfectly fine that you're not interested because I can assure you a great many people are. Good day to you Sir." and with that Steele hung up. James sat with his head...
