IN DUBAI:
Sallie steps off the plane, looks up at the Arabic sky swinging her rat hair extensions round knocking of the mask of the passenger behind. She pretends not to notice and itches her crotch all the way to passport control.
AXL: SOOYYYYYYY EVERYTHING I DO IS FOR MY GIRLS.. WHERE IS THE LIMO HUN *essex accent*
ARABIC AIRPORT WORKER: ARRIVAL THAT WAY *covering his eyes like someone’s shined a really bright torch into his face*
AXL: *jamaican accent* YOU TELL ME MAN, WHERE IS DA TOILET DEN? AV GOT ME BLAG GUCCI SWIMSUIT ON UNDER HERE AND IT CATCHING ON ME GENITAL WART.. LIVE ON DA INSTA!!! *holds her phone up to the sky and pulls her yeast infection shorts up to her nipples*
ISABELLE: SAL!!!! OVER HERE!! *stood waving wearing see through 9” heels and a blag Fendi bikini with a sign that reads “Prince Hatoor is waiting with Gold flecked toilet roll”*
AXL: *scouse accent* ORRRRR MY BESTIE IM HERE NOW GERL LETS GO GET SOME COKE AND GET TO YOURS, I HAVENT BOOKED A HOTEL GERL, THE PROMOS DRIED UP. SIDE SALADS FOR ME HAHAHAHA*
ISABELLE: BABE ILL BUY YOU A PROSECCO SO YOU CAN POSE WITH IT DONT WORRY. LETS FILM ONLY FANS TOGETHER WHEN WE GET TO MINE. POST THAT ON YA INSTA, THEN POST A PHOTO OF YOUR KIDS IMMEDIATELY AFTER, THE IMPRESSIONS WILL BE SKY HIGH” *letting out a silent fart but it immediately stinks so she skips along Arrivals and dives head first into a taxi*
*They arrive at Isabelles and as the sign read, Prince Hatoor is waiting in a bath filled with milk. Sallie walks in filming their every move, but then Prince Hatoor’s body guard snatched her phone, whips her yeast infection shorts off of her and points her in the direction of the bath*
ISABELLE: YOULL BE FINE BABE. SEE YA IN A BIT *she walks over to the body guard who’s now dropped his pants and she is Ferociously wedging her forearm between his Arse cheeks*
AXL: HIYA, PRINCE - CAN I JUST CALL YOU HATOOR? *she looks at his crown on the side hoping she can slip it into her blag Mulberry*
HATOOR: YOU GET IN. I PULL MY OWN EYELID INSIDE OUT AND YOU LICK MY EYEBALL. I THEN SHIT ON YOUR CHEST AND YOU EAT
AXL: *scouse accent* AM SKINT LAD AND TRUST ME I WILL DO ANYFIN.. BUT HONESTLY EVEN IM NOT SURE ABAR THIS, SOYYYYYY. *tries to run her fingers through her extensions but they get stuck immediately and she can’t get her hand out now*
*Hatoor pulls her into the bath of milk by her massive burger nips, and squats over the side of the bath. He impressively has a turd already making its way out and it’s actually dangling down lower than his ball bag*
HATOOR: YOU CATCH. THEN IT IS DONE. *hes getting annoyed now because one of his 5 wives might ring him at any moment*
AXL: SOYYYYYY.. DO YOU HAVE ANY DRUGS? *pulling her swimming costume up her arse crack*
HATOOR: YOU WANT SNIDE CHANEL FROM DUBAI MALL? *still squatting over the bath and now has cramp*
AXL: YES! EVERYTHING I DO IS FOR MY GIRLS!! *itches her crotch and smells her fingers, she notices the milk is curdling*
HATOOR: *losing his balance* ARGHHHHHH
*He falls slo mo into the bath, milk splashed absolutely everywhere and a massive turd slaps Sallie in the face and sticks to her lipgloss. She checks his pulse, he’s dead. She steps out of the bath, puts another layer of lipgloss on and starts to film herself gyrating on Isabelles balcony wearing Hatoors crown*
bless 
