Picture: Tyler Shields.
Three months ago.
"Do you know when you're really famous?"
"I don't know, when you're recognized and asked for autographs?"
"No, you're really famous when you don't need to explain who you're. If I say Michelangelo... you immediately think of the Italian artist. If I say Elvis... you immediately think of the singer. If I say Trump... you immediately think of the asshole. You don't need to elaborate. And that's what happens with my business. When you're in certain social or cultural environment where there're plenty of powerful, wealthy or famous people and you say 'The Club' they all know which club you're referring to. It's not the country club, not the polo club and not your grandma's book club... My Club... and now yours."
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The Club (Ruby Rose fanfic)
FanfictionWelcome to my Club, I'm the woman who can fulfill your wildest fantasies.
