… And I’m not really offended. Begin photo tour.
Moral of the story? I never want to leave, which I think, in some countries, means I’m a total floozy. Ah, well.
My New Apartment Thinks I’m a Hooker
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Do you live in the Moulin Rouge? If so, completely expected. If not, what an awesome apartment! Craigslist Europe? I actually really like the painting in Exhibit D.
Vicki! Moulin Rouge! That’s the thing I was looking for to describe this. You’re a genius!
What a beautiful apartment you have!
Beautiful, maybe? Sleazy, yes.
That naked lady is clearly from the 70s or early, if you know what I’m saying.
I take it that you are going to replace her with a larger than life sized cupcake photo?
If I were you, I would get myself a can of Lysol to help disinfect any hooker remnants that remain in the air. Oh…and leave the mirrors. You may be thankful you did one day. Just saying. (Bow-chicka-bow-wow.)
I knew this apartment was missing something… CUPCAKES!
Lysol to eliminate any lasting hooker remnants in the air? Check!
Oh, there was no question that the mirrors are staying. It will be a fun addition as soon as I break in these leopard print sheets. Just saying.
That place looks AWESOME!
RIGHT!?
Remember that time I met you in a dingy bar in DC at midnight? That should probably go down in the “…thought of me as a hooker” book too
Most people might take this as an insult, but I’m going to go ahead and take this as a compliment. Everybody likes a hooker in DC, right!?
Yes, especially the mayor. http://www.washingtoncitypaper.com/blogs/citydesk/2009/07/08/marion-barry-caught-on-tape-again/
::shaking head from side to side::
Can’t think of a decent comment. Hard to top the photo tour.
Decency is clearly not the answer here.
SLUMBER PARTY!
Pillow fight in lingerie!
very nice apartment! n very innovative post!
Thaaaanks!
Wait. You’re not a hooker? I’ve been horribly misinformed. *unsubscribes*
For the right price, Colin, I can be anything you want.
I mean, WHAT!
Invite a man over, pour paint on the floor and have sex on it.
Then leave it.
The next guest will have an even better experience than yours.
GENIUS. [leaves to go buy paint]
I’m pretty sure that Exhibit A includes a picture of Ben Franklin (and his buddy and his buddy’s dog) staring at a nekkid lady. WTF, Ben?
Hey! Ben F had to have a little fun every once in a while. Don’t judge, Coombs.
I love it! Slightly scandalous maybe, but it’s awesome!
I LOVE IT!
Wait, are you not a hooker?
OMG!!!!!! That’s all I have to say about TTThat!!!
Oh and BTW what was the Apartment owner thinking?? This scandelous interior decorating should be in Paris France…uh Mmmm… by the Red Light District!!!
Ok, I’ve been lurking for months, but I finally figured it out!! You are a screenplay writer just dying to come out!! C’mon now. You’ve done the scouting, casting [you!], storyboards… We’re waiting for the screenplay!! Let’s go!!
How did you find this place! Ha!
Greetings from Perugia!
Tina
Umm, FYI you are my role-model and I so completely admire everything you have accomplished. We have the same first name (diff spelling) so obviously it’s fate that I discovered your blog a few months ago. I’m going to Paris in January until May, and I can NOT wait. Until then I have been living vicariously through you. Just thought you should know that there is a total
creeperstranger living in NY who is practically your slightly younger twin. Did I mention that I’m majoring in Marketing and Graphic Design? Yeah. Twins.Man, Marion Barry would have a heartattack at this apartment.