Herpes: it’s what’s for dinner.
Macao: TMWTGG
No interest in visiting Macau. Maybe once upon a time — when it was under Portuguese rule. I read somewhere that it was like the Rio De Janeiro of the Far East back then.
I’d rather go to Monaco if I want to gamble and blow my money away. When I was a 16-year-old in high school in 1982 (shortly after Princess Grace tragic death), I told my mother and grandmother than one day I’d marry Prince Albert of Monaco and thus become “Princess Silvana of Monaco”. It has such a nice ring to it, no?
It’s so nice to dream...