Where does a lady go in her new Paper Couture?

So after picking myself up some items from the delicious spring line of Paper Couture I asked myself "Where does a ridiculously, stunningly beautiful woman go after she has picked herself up fashionable accoutrement?" The answer to that question; of course, is the Starlust Motel. "Is there any more classy a place on the grid then that of the Starlust?" I asked myself while taking in the posh scenery. However, my darling baby Murr Philip Seymour Hoffman Bukowski Jr. was getting a little cranky (seething with jealousy over my stunning presentation no doubt) and I had to take her to the pool for a little fun in the sun.

One may say that an evening gown has no place in a public pool; however, you will find that the pool water at the Starlust Motel is so impeccably clean that you could give birth in it (where do you think I had baby Murr?). Obviously I look nothing short of bewitching in my Paper Couture on this charming floaty raft. That naked woman kept getting in my shot; but alas, every dog has it's day does it not?

I then dropped baby Murr off with a lovely gentleman who was rocking back and forth outside of a building at the Starlust. I assumed since this fellow had a natural swagger about him he would be the perfect babysitter for baby Murr. He very generously offered to take her off my hands by grabbing her with his one free hand (there was some sort of bagged malt liquor in the other) and mumbled something about the end of the world. After leaving baby Murr with this obviously superior child-care provider I took it upon myself to scale the side of the Starlust sign as I thought it's neon glow would do nothing short of illuminate my next Paper ensemble. If I must say so myself (and of course, I will) I looked ravishing.
Once I removed myself from the towering heights of the Starlust sign I made my way to Schadenfreude. After daintily relieving myself in the ublemished ladies facilities I did a little make up reworking thanks to free lipstick provided by the lovely Allegory Malaprop (I do realize that someone as utterly georgeous as I am does not need un natural touch-ups but I just couldn't resist the color Allegory provided, what a classy dame).

Ki-Squared was a perfect place to take a breather after all that walking (a voluptuous woman such as myself likes to hire large beautiful men to carry her when possible). Kiki Cunningham had generously provided a couch fit for a woman of my discriminating taste. I also admired her wide leg jeans advertisement on the wall and noted that I must wear the ones I own at my next casual event (although it is rare that I am not attending things saturated in gowns and jewels of course).
How exhausting being fabulous is...I had to stop by Pudge for a free glass of the Starlust's finest Cupcake Wine.
Thimbles provided a dramatic atmosphere fit for my many emotional outbursts (I've been working this out with my psychiatrist, although seeing as he has fallen madly in love with me I realize he is no longer unbiased...who can blame a fellow though?) Paper Couture obviously is the perfect accompanyment to a nervous breakdown as it is so well padded for when I dramatically throw myself about in a drama queen spell.
Lastly I visited the upscale bordelo known better as Hot Box. Stein Shilova sure has some classy gals working their magic there. I paid for a massage and ended up with far more then that (possibly some exotic and romantic venereal disease). The painted women that worked here were so stunning and fair that I questioned my own beauty in comparison (but only for a moment, darlings). You can look like any one of these beautiful strumpets if you stop by Hot Box and just do some clicking.
Do stop by the Starlust my angels. Wear your best Paper Couture and bask in the ethereal glow that is the world's finest. Hubba hubba.