Live the same

That’s how the work started that day – we were just drinking rum in a room of a rather expensive hotel and weren’t going to do anything. Some of us literally weren’t doing anything, because when we all went “to work”, Johnny didn’t even pick up a camera to take a video. He was talking to the “models” and drinking champagne. One of the “models” turned out to be from the same city in Venezuela as Johnny. The two girls we were working with were actually working – they were doing makeup and choosing clothes for this “contest” (why I put some words in quotes – you’ll find out as the story goes on; at first I also thought that everything I saw was what it seemed, hahaha). It was quite fun. I tried to take pictures, but I was already a little drunk – and the day had just begun.

The photo shows Johnny in the process of working that day 😂 😂

So Johnny was living his best life, the girls were doing the models’ makeup, and I was “taking photos.” Some people were coming and going, and most of the conversations were in Spanish. But I still had no idea what exactly was going on — what kind of beauty pageant this was, or how it was supposed to work. Not that it bothered me much, since we were just extras anyway.

As I learned, the “beauty pageant” was somehow connected to a big poker tournament. Although I was told that I wasn’t obligated to take photos, the “models” saw me with a camera and started asking if I could take their photos. However, none of them asked how they were going to get the photos afterwards. Which, frankly, is a good thing they didn’t — because the treacherous Dominican rum and the scorching sun had already done their job, making it nearly impossible to get any decent photos, hahaha 😅

Hahaha, it's always the rum's fault!!
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I'm a web3 enthusiast, passionate about my daughter, nature, music, art, photography, travel, friends, and human beauty. 
Creator of the /live-the-same channel.

Of course, rum, I can't blame myself 😂