And the winner is…
SO, last week the rumour mill tattled about the newest romance blossoming right in the bosom of the city between the go-to middle man who is renowned for negotiating lucrative deals and the all-seeing eye belle. However, more details have emerged about the union, and they are more sordid than anyone would have thought. According to the mill, the union is a result of a bet between the middle man and a young fellow. The two were supposedly having a pissing contest about who was better than the other and who could out-do the other, and somehow the lass was included in the pissing contest as a reward for the winner. It is hard to tell whether the lass in question knows about the pissing contest and just doesn’t care because of all the perks that come with the new union or she doesn’t. The latter theory presents its own problems on account of the fact that the two are friends and she should have wondered why they didn’t mind her hopping from one bed to the next.
Anything can be bought
IT seems that there is nothing that can’t be bought these days, including a life, and all one need do is decide how many zeros one wants on their sale cheque. Word from the mill is that the other half of the duo who was part of the all-seeing-eye contest has a new blesser in her life, who was so generous he secured a luxurious abode for her in her name. While it may seem that he was merely treating his side piece to the finer things in life, the mill has it that he was allegedly trying to buy her silence, in exchange for her abruptly ending the journey of the fruit of their loins. Word is that while he has no problem philandering about shamelessly, he has a problem with bringing in a new addition into his household that his official partner has not consented to or produced herself. One can only hope that abode was worth it and the lass does not live to regret her decision.
ONE would expect someone in a leadership position to have a sound head on their shoulders, however it seems there is one who is not subscribing to this rule. According to whispers in the corridors of a certain abode that can only be equated to as the palace of the country, the head of that household is suffering from paranoid delusions that are impeding his judgement. Things are said to be getting so bad that he is seeing enemies at every turn, so much so that he let-go one of his official commentators for asking the wrong questions. One can only hope this is not a sign of things to come.
But who is to say, this is all just tittle-tattle from the grapevine…
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