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Rock Wives: Susan McKagan Vs. Sally Wood

All the people in these pictures are Satanists who disrespected me, thinking I’m a bitch to try. Never that motherfucker. However, at least Susan Holmes McKagan is a supermodel and didn’t block me after violating. She’s embodies the rockstar wife, looks, style, personality and more.

Sally Wood on the other hand is a ratty, punk. She starts shit then runs away in her frumpy outfits. I’ve had beef with my fair share of rocker chicks Sharon Osbourne, Jerry Hall, Iman, Patti Hansen, etc…and none of them did that scary shit. She’s not made for this life, nor is Bebe Buell, can’t stand that ditzy bitch. Playing like she’s hyper relevant to The Rolling Stones, Mick Jagger never mentions you sweetie. She got lucky with Liv Tyler being Steven Tyler’s child. Maury ass, didn’t even know who the father was. Penny Lane is Pamela Des Barres, Bebe was never that influential to anyone’s music or style.

Neither Sally or Melanie Hamrick are Stones material (read Rolling Stones Women De-Evolution). A mess. If they wanted me in jail, the tour would’ve done it, because both of them would’ve gotten laid OUT. Know your place, there are levels. Goddess or not, she’s not on mine. Your nigga made an album about me and won a Grammy, you’re welcome (read Hackney Diamonds Won A Grammy). It’s always the most basic white bitches that have the audacity. Girl bye. Contributes nothing to the band. Enjoy your limited time.Via: Susan Holmes McKagan Insta

Updated: 4/18/2026 2:08am

Celebrity Ghost Who Annoyed Me Most?

By: Saint Twenty April 30, 2025April 30, 2025

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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

Jerry Hall Jealous L’wren Modeled Too

Jealous Jerry Hall couldn’t stand L’wren Scott for a plethora of reasons, modeling is one of them. While there’s no question Hall is the supermodel of the two, L’wren also started a successful career in Paris. Mutual friend and designer Thierry Mugler was the first person to put L’wren Scott on the runway, further fueling Jerry Hall’s animosity towards the younger, taller beauty (read L’wren Scott Also A Mugler Muse).

Their modeling overlaps didn’t end with being Mugler Muses, both ladies worked with supermodel Iman, sending the Texan spiraling. Unlike Jerry Hall the desperate, Iman was actually married to her rockstar husband David Bowie. Mick Jagger never ceased to publicly degrade Jerry as often as possible. Announcing their Bali wedding wasn’t legally binding, they never got a license (just like Alvin Bragg’s office- read How Alvin Bragg Runs His Office)! The frontman’s cruel response after having love child Lucas Jagger, his favorite, with Brazilian dancer Luciana Gimenez.

Mick never did L’wren Scott dirty the way he’s done everyone else. He was her biggest cheerleader for 13 years, they were a dynamic power couple. She matched or exceeded Jerry Hall, down to sharing friends (read Jealous Jerry Hall & L’wren Shared Friends). Leaving his fake ex-wife seething with envy, enough to defame a dead woman and help mentally ill Melanie Hamrick get away with black magic murder and rape. If she can’t have him only an ugly girl can.

L’wren Scott was a multi-hyphened success with a lucrative career as a designer, stylist and creative director. So tell us Jerry you inbred Nazi bitch, how’d L’wren leave Michael Philip Jagger $9 million if she was so unstable with a sinking business? Read the name in her last will & testament again posers. Don’t even know Mick’s government, but running that mouth. How dumb are you?

Bitch you’re a liar and a loser, all the misinformation in the media came from Jerry Hall, the soulless hillbilly clown (read Jerry Hall Lies About L’wren Scott). Almost getting her entire family killed for a man who doesn’t love her. Had L’wren Scott not come to me the Jagger’s would be dead. Raggedy Anne would’ve inherited the rockstars entire fortune due to her unwanted murder rape baby being the sole heir. She never loved Rupert Murdoch- her only husband, just his resources. Which she used to help publish Melanie uggo Hamrick’s ghostwritten books and put her on magazine covers. All to make it look like Mick Jagger would pick a nobody background ballerina, with an uneven face over L’wren Scott (read Melanie Hamrick Forces Murdoch’s To Lie).

I want to remind everyone in Hollywood, along with the other elites to thank one miss Jerry Faye Hall. Had she any self-respect, intellect, or morals I wouldn’t have been able to destroy you. Round of applause everyone. Thank that bimbo for your inevitable demise. A doofy bitch outsmart Athena? I don’t think so. Enjoy that time all, karma always comes. Via: Lwren.Scott Insta, Pinterest, CNN, Time Magazine & British Vogue

Updated: 12/11/2024 1:17pm

Slavery Introduced Black People To Christianity

By: Saint Twenty January 5, 2023January 5, 2023

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“The preacher back home says it was God’s will that purged witches from the world. He says women are sinful by nature and that magic in their hands turns naturally to rot and ruin, like the first witch Eve who poisoned the Garden and doomed mankind, like her daughters’ daughters who poisoned the world with the plague. He says the purges purified the earth and shepherded us into the modern era of Gatling guns and steamboats, and the Indians and Africans ought to be thanking us on their knees for freeing them from their own savage magics.”

Photographer: Andrew Macpherson

Loving My Own Skin

By: Saint Twenty November 23, 2021November 23, 2021

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I will start filling my own cup,
Being my own muse,
Knowing my own worth

Loving my own skin,
Praising my own existence,
Validating my own journey,

Speaking my own truth,
Admiring my own reflection,
Experiencing my own love,

Enjoying my own company,
Extending my own energy,
Creating my own paradise.

Via: Fly And Famous Black Girls

Serving Looks, Serving Maripol

By: Saint Twenty June 15, 2021June 15, 2021

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Best fashion compliment of my life? Maripol, who I was stunned to meet in Graceland (a room covered wall to wall, top to bottom with photographs of Grace Jones, most taken by the aforementioned party) when Serge Becker introduced her. “You were just in The New York Times,” I blurted out leaving them astonished.

“Yeah,” she smiled slightly. We all went back to glum.

I continued setting up before making my way to the back dining room next door, turns out I was her server. For those not up to speed she created Madonna’s iconic Boy Toy look and styled Grace Jones. A legendary renaissance woman apart of a golden age of art from the 70’s-80’s, running in the most coveted social circles on the scene. Needless to say her standards were tip top bitch. And here I was fifteen minutes late in the first place, deciding to wear my Halloween costume for David Bowie who passed that day. Rocking a silk lavender jumpsuit, switching the scarf out for a black floral one, instead of the orange birds I originally donned. Tying it into a voluminous bow, that burst like a bouquet. “That’s a serious jumpsuit,” Serge commented earlier that evening, freaked out “I just dropped off flowers that exact color to Iman.” He stared incredulous by the coincidence, because coincidences don’t really exist, only synchronicity. Now, under Maripol’s appraising eye the pressure was on in more ways than one and no matter how hard I tried to please her service wise, she was unimpressed. Never enough water, never enough ice, the drinks were slow. Testing me, I knew.

I just kept going, complaining at the service bar that she might actually hate me. After a grueling effort the night ended. “Nice outfit,” Maripol said, leaving a generous tip.
“Thank you, it’s my homage to Bowie.”
“It’s beautiful.”

After being hawked and her whispering to the blonde next to her, I swore she hated everything about me. But it was option two, she was giving me shit because she liked me too much. This is a moment I will savior forever, fortunate enough just to meet her. What was the best fashion compliment you’ve ever received? Via: Documenting Fashion & Strip Project