I remember I was roasting in it. And open-toe strappy sandals, with like a two-and-a-half inch heel. I was slipping around just walking in them, because I was sweating. After touring a few homes ...
I kind of went down on my bum. I was wearing skinny jeans and ankle boots with a four-inch stiletto heel. But at this point, I didn’t care. I didn’t care about the clothes, I didn’t care ...