David Bowie is by far the most annoying ghost I’ve ever dealt with, also my first celebrity spirit. Touching base with me for years, starting in 2016 (read Serving Looks, Serving Maripol). Cut to 2020, his supermodel wife Iman removed me from her Instagram following. Having believed fabricated stories from Naomi Campbell of my being a 40 something, foster baby prostitute. Former Miss Lily’s employers Binn & Genc Jakupi told Campbell this false narrative. Two racists weirdos, who didn’t know how well connected I am, stereotyping me like this isn’t my city and I’m not a socialite (read Richie Akiva Backed Genc Jakupi).
Did I give a fuck? No. Burn in hell bitch. That’s how I looked at the situation.
Here comes David Bowie, annoying me incessantly for weeks, weeks, not to separate them in the afterlife. I couldn’t concentrate he was so annoying. Finally I relented to stop his nagging. Once his wish was granted, he left. Good riddance. It was nonstop. Lesson: true love never quits or dies. Via: The Mirror
