it's still as easy as pie
to identify two still in the public eye.
Must have been a classy establishment. It's not the Italian-tailored, Savile Row and Jermyn Street attire that you and Khalifa and one of the bin Daij or bin Mubarak brothers were wearing, or the petite covered candles on the tables or the (no doubt) ice water in the pitcher and glasses on the teeny, tiny table. No, look at the occupants of the table behind your head. Blondie gave away the game. Did you know? She might have worked for us, but I cannot confirm.
Oh look! You signed it, right over the lamp. So sweet, just like the look on your face. You boys are are smiling about something, that's for sure. (Hmm, maybe it's necessary to click on the photos to see ALL the details.)
I dunno. What does it say?
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