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I tell Rex I have a date and he invites me over to his pool to get some sun on my phosphorescently white skin. |
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He lives in a loft in Tribeca. His livingroom... |
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kitchen, dining area, bathroom. |
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His studio upstairs (he's very talented as well)... |
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and bedroom. |
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Like lots of lofts in Tribeca, his has an outdoor pool. |
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"Hi! What the hell happened to your hair?" |
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"So I kept trying to even it out and it kept getting shorter and shorter. It's growing out now but it's greasy looking." |
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"You need to go see my hairstylist, JC. He's got the cutest peanut of a little dog. Make an appointment immediately, you got a date, girl." |
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Rex mixes up some margaritas and I tell him about redhead girl that was cuter online. |
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No salt on my margarita please. |
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