Yeah, I wish. Nope, that's just the actual Droz getting close to my girl Gemma Arterton at some Audi polo event for people who get together to enjoy the trappings of wealth and power handed down from old school English nobility. I've never been to a rich people party like this in my life, but I can't think of anyone better to have on my arm for something like this than Gemma. Literally every guy in the place owning Ferrari's and mansions and shit, yet still seething at me in bitter jealousy for the supreme goddess of beauty on my arm. Look at that face, that smile. Hell, I'd run from clear across the ballroom, diving over immaculately appointed tables and knocking down 80-year-old art patrons, just for the chance to pose for a photo with Gemma. And I don't even like taking photos. Anything to get close to her. What an angel.
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