3 are still awake in sg. dear leader is checking his places of interest app (makan) on his nk-made smartphoney pyongyang touch pondering wtf to do on a monday morning in sg. should he try chicken lice in chinatown, chilli crap in east coast park, or mee siam mai hum in amk? die die must try froggy recommended fried pork cracklings on tofu in queenstown. meanwhile maga potus is fully awake, thanks to jet lag, on his iphone (se)x, wondering what would have been if melania were to be by his side in a sg hotel bed. would they walk hand in hand through the gardens by the bay, visit the night safari or go on an e-bike romp of the tanah merah golf course or tour the botanic gardens? then there’s gin(ni). not listening to her beautician’s advice to sleep early, she prowls (a.k.a. trolls) the web (and especially sbf) from dusk till dawn looking for distressing signals to de-stress herself. now she’s fixated with the other 2 visitors in town imagining what they are up to, whether they are also surfing sbf and checking on ravishing beauty and never broken in virgin like herself. how the night and morning could have been (fun) if they were to all romp together ménage à trois. gin(ni) the pure hymen, oops hearted, would be such a unifying force for world peace and universal joy. sandwiched in between, always right (never wrong nor left), never backing down, always spoiling for a fuck, oops fight, and ushering in total release in a climatic end. cum cum, cum to mama, she fantasizes. cumming of a new age.
