Desiremakesmeweak
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I've been at a private party for the stable and agistment staff and owners of Paul Beshara's race horse 'Happy Trails. They just won a million dollar race called the LKS MacKinnon in Flemington, Melbourne, Australia.
The winning jockey, Damien Oliver is also a family friend and his late brother Jason, was a close personal friend of family. Damien is a prodigy. I saw him ride his first ever city ride, which was a winner too, a horse called 'Massingham.' He was about fourteen then yet to me he looked like an old man, an experienced, horse expert, that day. I couldn't believe my eyes, what I was looking at... But he has proved it ever since. He is a genius.
Someone I know had a hundred thousand dollars - fifty thousand each-way - on Happy Trails today.
One of my friends is a professional DJ and she played a short set this evening.
The agistment property where Happy Trails goes off-season is in McLaren Vale in South Australia and it is the place that someone known to all of you is thinking about retiring to: Hillary C.
I'm drinking something called Richard Hamilton shiraz - also from McLaren Vale - which I've never had before. The bottle says I should be able to taste hints of nutmeg and cinnamon. Okay...
Sarah is playing Tritonal feat. Cristina Soto 'Piercing Quiet.'
The trouble with these things is that they are simply bloody fantastic. Australia during Spring Racing Carnival is the absolute best place on earth. And the food is outstanding.
I'd like to think I'd be able to perform later tonight... But at the present moment I seriously doubt it. The shiraz is just plain too easy to get into.
Happy Trails, the horse, is suggested by its trainer to be the best weight-for-age racehorse in the world today; and it is a very true running horse. Very honest and straightforward. Strong, too. It could be, the best WFA horse around at the moment. It's possible.
I love big money horse racing. And winning of course. And big time sex.
I'm doing some work for some people right now that is extremely dangerous...
I'll be at the G20 Committee Conference Meeting in a few days.
You will see me with Peta Wilson and... And... someone, someone you won't believe who.
It's actually not that I drink a lot at all, I've got low body fat and just one glass will get to me but then after that I get over a plateau and it's all just fun without the pain or the fog. And I can still place a Crimson Trace dead-on. But you don't need to know about that.
Sarah, come over here. Write some words.
'Hi.'
Oh, that's great. Anything else.
'Wanna see my tits?'
They can't see them here. Not unless you do a selfie and post it somewhere.
The track is playing:
'the world's in constant motion, and so are all of us, you love the glow of sunrise, my stars come out at night.
'your quiet pierces right through me, there's freedom renewed, it takes me to a placed where, the solace drops right through,' giggle...
'As you cut your ties with burden, the ground gets further away, now that we are weightless, I just have to say...
'Come night, Solace drops right through.'
Sarah. Upstairs. Hotel room.
Oh god. My head is swimming.
I still remember young Damien though, pushing the horse's head forward with BOTH hands.
Sarah. Just give me your panties. Take them off.
The winning jockey, Damien Oliver is also a family friend and his late brother Jason, was a close personal friend of family. Damien is a prodigy. I saw him ride his first ever city ride, which was a winner too, a horse called 'Massingham.' He was about fourteen then yet to me he looked like an old man, an experienced, horse expert, that day. I couldn't believe my eyes, what I was looking at... But he has proved it ever since. He is a genius.
Someone I know had a hundred thousand dollars - fifty thousand each-way - on Happy Trails today.
One of my friends is a professional DJ and she played a short set this evening.
The agistment property where Happy Trails goes off-season is in McLaren Vale in South Australia and it is the place that someone known to all of you is thinking about retiring to: Hillary C.
I'm drinking something called Richard Hamilton shiraz - also from McLaren Vale - which I've never had before. The bottle says I should be able to taste hints of nutmeg and cinnamon. Okay...
Sarah is playing Tritonal feat. Cristina Soto 'Piercing Quiet.'
The trouble with these things is that they are simply bloody fantastic. Australia during Spring Racing Carnival is the absolute best place on earth. And the food is outstanding.
I'd like to think I'd be able to perform later tonight... But at the present moment I seriously doubt it. The shiraz is just plain too easy to get into.
Happy Trails, the horse, is suggested by its trainer to be the best weight-for-age racehorse in the world today; and it is a very true running horse. Very honest and straightforward. Strong, too. It could be, the best WFA horse around at the moment. It's possible.
I love big money horse racing. And winning of course. And big time sex.
I'm doing some work for some people right now that is extremely dangerous...
I'll be at the G20 Committee Conference Meeting in a few days.
You will see me with Peta Wilson and... And... someone, someone you won't believe who.
It's actually not that I drink a lot at all, I've got low body fat and just one glass will get to me but then after that I get over a plateau and it's all just fun without the pain or the fog. And I can still place a Crimson Trace dead-on. But you don't need to know about that.
Sarah, come over here. Write some words.
'Hi.'
Oh, that's great. Anything else.
'Wanna see my tits?'
They can't see them here. Not unless you do a selfie and post it somewhere.
The track is playing:
'the world's in constant motion, and so are all of us, you love the glow of sunrise, my stars come out at night.
'your quiet pierces right through me, there's freedom renewed, it takes me to a placed where, the solace drops right through,' giggle...
'As you cut your ties with burden, the ground gets further away, now that we are weightless, I just have to say...
'Come night, Solace drops right through.'
Sarah. Upstairs. Hotel room.
Oh god. My head is swimming.
I still remember young Damien though, pushing the horse's head forward with BOTH hands.
Sarah. Just give me your panties. Take them off.