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The Darling Mansion pt. II

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Hello hello. Finally the second installment of The Darling Mansion photos from that epic boxing day bash, the ones too racy for Raymi Toronto but not for you minxes here. The rest of the best!

“Welcome to an inside scoop of the ever-successful Air B&B masterpiece The Darling Mansion by proprietress Tanya Grossi located at 224 Dovercourt Road which was also featured on the front page of The Toronto Star’s Entertainment section last Wednesday, January 27: What goes on inside Toronto’s Darling Mansion? All photos in this Raymi Toronto post taken by Tracey White Kirouac aka my mom.”

Darling is synonymous with Tanya. Anytime I hear that word I think of her immediately. That’s how you build an authentic brand. Claim a word. Be a darling.

It’s a beautiful place. A lot to see and feature.

aaaaaaaaaand Tanya is homies with Geoffrey Rush. He goes there. Sigh. I had the Shine movie poster on my wall as a teen. Fact.

Loved her. Body goals.

I thought this was me when I originally went through all these photos hahaha. Tanya has a great collection of mannequin parts.

Giggle collapse in the Madam’s quarters. It happens.

Great details taken by my mother.

End of the night evidence thanks mom. That’s just Clem nbd.

Exterior of the office. IRL on your tiptoes you see a lot more.

By the end of the night everyone is best friends. Best friends for one night only!!

Hi mom. This was taken in the opium den, the master suite.

What’s up Gurpreet.

Nice.

I was just sitting there and it became a happening. It typically does.

Tanya is pipes goals. Love ya darling.

My instagram “I am a model” phase lol.

Double shooters.

Oh mom. Hi Alastair. This is the downstairs Playboy theme bathroom. It’s very dated. You will love it.

Salvador Dali was a hell of a guy and Tanya’s main squeeze. Inspiration.

Just exquisite. You may find out her name over on Raymi Toronto.

Oh that art. Such a sweet piece.

I’d show it off too baby!

Wowzers.

So amazing.

Nostalgiaaaa.

This is my mom’s friend. Well. He wrote the feature on her for The Toronto Star on her rock collection story. Don’t get me started.

It was a fun party indeed.

If everybody does it it’s okay.

A classic print.

What’s with the face ma?

Mom you are hilarious for taking this.

Va-va-voom! Part of Tanya’s brand is her boldness and confidence with nudity. She is very flexible, used to do back arches on her bar. Iconic. Toronto woman legend for damn sure just lurk her Facebook or google her man, no one compares.

You may admire art like this but Tanya admires it by amassing it in full blown print form. Got you beat again gooses.

This is in the pink room. The Wes Anderson room. Well anyway I’m sorry it’s over but as always, more soon. Have a beautiful rest of your Sundaze.

See part I HERE: The Darling Mansion Part I.

V spot

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Hi everyone! Hi Dad. Here’s my latest Playboy feature, I’m doing viral internet goodies now which will most likely resolute in a weekly feature cos there’s so much murterial on les webs where I spend the majority of my time anyway, we figured why not do that PLUS I find things first what with this accelerated time zone 6 hour lead.

Here’s one to kick off with.

Undercover commercials (if authentic) are the best because you typically get a square swearing his fucking guts out then the viewer is sucked in to see where this is going even though you know it’s an advertisement for a soft drink and has dang all to do with the beverage, sneaky marketers but anyway undercover professional stock car racer Jeff Gordon takes a bad assly powerful Chevy for a test spin with an unsuspecting car dealer wherein predictably hilarity ensues as 4 times NASCAR series winning Gordon goes apeshit on the gas, burn outs fish tails you name it we’d say it’s priceless but there was definitely a price tag for this advertisement. The reaction is cut a bit short because it seems like the dealer was extremely overwhelmed which makes for bad television reaction for Pepsi but he then recovers quickly by saying wanna do it again? When Jeff Gordon says I’m Jeff Gordon I’d be like who?

Now go see the rest, love you bye. Raymi Bunny.

Raymiot.

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More soon folks. Ps. I’m in a music video it released today yay. – Mark Loughman’s video btw: British rocker guy, class act, classic. janes addiction and the fucking queens of the stoneage front man play on this track. im the one in the sparkle bottoms. the little old man knows john and yoko btw. He’s 86.

Stalk to me baby

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Here is one of my subtle moves if I’m not sure if someone on Facebook has a significant other or not, if just a fan of mine, or if they are just interested in doing business with me. I go about 6 or 7 profile pictures deep and “like” it then, wait and see what happens. Usually nothing because the move is so deep-con it goes right over their heads. They don’t even know how much I just came on to them! Waste.

Read it and weep! LOVE RAYMI BUNNY.

See you after my work out.

We’re building it up to break it back down

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I haven’t done one of these total loser posting lyrics blog posts in, since, 2004. Lets go back in time shall we then. I heard this song on the radio (already nostalgic enough for you there?) on the w/e and then I did that thing with Steve’s phone where you hold it up and the iphone figures out what you’re listening to. I figs i-product people read this blog so you “get me” and so the song is by Linkin Park (puke) but I love it (yay!) and I was going to use a lyric for my blog post title but nahh, dawg, I want the whole thing. BOOM! Oh and you gotta listen to the jam along with me too. Or just go on with your life. I can lead you to water but…


The cycle repeated
As explosions broke in the sky
All that I needed
Was the one thing I couldn’t find

And you were there at the turn
Waiting to let me know

We’re building it up
To break it back down
We’re building it up
To burn it down
We can’t wait
To burn it to the ground

The colors conflicted
As the flames climbed into the clouds
I wanted to fix this
But couldn’t stop from tearing it down

And you were there at the turn
Caught in the burning glow
And I was there at the turn
Waiting to let you go

We’re building it up
To break it back down
We’re building it up
To burn it down
We can’t wait
To burn it to the ground

You told me yes
You held me high
And I believed
When you told that lie

I played solider
You played king
And struck me down
When I kissed that ring

You lost that right
To hold that crown
I built you up
But you let me down

So when you fall
I’ll take my turn
And fan the flames
As your blazes burn

And you were there at the turn
Waiting to let me know

We’re building it up
To break it back down
We’re building it up
To burn it down

We can’t wait
To burn it to the ground
So when you fall
I’ll take my turn
And fan the flames
As your blazes burn

We can’t wait
To burn it to the ground

Thank you for regressing into teenage girls on the internet along with me today.

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Be mine tonight if you can’t go home.

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Saturday Dinner me this FatMan! Found my cougar avocado pit rrrring. You can all relax now.

I wore my Hello Kitty necklace to Guu and was like hmmm am I sure I want to wear this it seems a bit, pathetic? Then I forgot all about it and had a guu’d time and only looked down when I left and was like oh, right. Most of my life is comprised of I shouldn’t do this moments, then I do it anyway, and then I blog about it. Guu tweeted @ me by the time we left the resto and I didn’t even tweet @ them or anything while there. #Famous #Foodie #douchebag. *Dusts shoulders off*. That would be the ouchebag-day part.

Stuffed jalapenos. Vince was mindblown by these. They were super hot I was like wow. Hey guys, these things, WoW. Seriously. That’s bacon wrapped around them too.

Always down with the sashimi I dunno why it makes me feel skinny even though I ate ten thousand other not sashimi things. It’s all about the wasabi mayo and the fresh fish.

TV Hair. Addicted to this drink now, Almost out of the sugar free cans please send more Bunnies. Ps. I have to think of a bunny nickname for myself. Like Babs Bunny, but not Babs Bunny cos that is already taken. I’m a writer for Playboy now btw :) :) :) :) A blogger writer for their tumblr, aren’t they so darn modern! DREAM JOB.

After dinner parking lot fabulosity.

Oh that’s right I got sake-to-me’d. AKA Sake hosed. We gave’r on a sake flight, two of them!

I’m Raymsian. Go with it. You have no choice.

Yeah I could do with a bit of a make over but I also do not give a crap really. Try hards die hard remember that folks.

I felt a bit pornorific in that shirt and if I might have caught the eye or wonderment of a passing person’s Playboy logo recognition and reference to my person I might also have not done much to dissuade them from thinking Centerfold. Maybe.

I mean why not.

If I got implants allegedly I’d regret it.

Lets work on my face first.

Ginger sake is the best. I want a bottle.

For Dinner # 1 I had a Big Smoke burger, very very good, first time too. Summer is for burgers.

Missed the opening band, poolside, but met one of the guys and bought some crap anyway I love Poolside!! I love this bag too.

 

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Tales from the Bunny Ranch

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blah blah blah blah blah i am fake typing for tv right now how do you like my interesting banter yes it is crappy I know but that’s the breaks in show biz bro. oh what a week it has been ok hitting publish now. It’s very hard to type when people are watching and filming. okay now we are doing a dead-on shot where they film me straight on and get the reflection of my typing words lololol hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. now what do i talk about hmm i am starving.

So as you can tell my energy drinks arrived and I have been standing on a wall ever since cos they are so effective.