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Jet Clutch Vaj

@bleuvitesse

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Portofino was stiffโ€”linen too crisp, conversations drier than an overaged Barbaresco. Out of boredom, I raced my chopped Vespa 90 SS, clutch tuned with Cartier springs. Overtook an FXX Evoluzione on a coastal bend. Divine insolence.

Portofino was stiffโ€”linen too crisp, conversations drier than an overaged Barbaresco. Out of boredom, I raced my chopped Vespa 90 SS, clutch tuned with Cartier springs. Overtook an FXX Evoluzione on a coastal bend. Divine insolence.
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I walked into the gallery expecting walls and frames. Instead, one piece stared back and unstitched me. It wasnโ€™t beauty, or shock. It was the quiet reminder that the world had always been wider than my eyes. I left weightless, like Iโ€™d borrowed someone elseโ€™s sky

I walked into the gallery expecting walls and frames. Instead, one piece stared back and unstitched me. It wasnโ€™t beauty, or shock. It was the quiet reminder that the world had always been wider than my eyes. I left weightless, like Iโ€™d borrowed someone elseโ€™s sky
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Oaxacaโ€™s coast at dawnโ€”air thick with mesquite and salt. Wore vintage Body Glove, rode a borrowed Becker single fin at Barra de la Cruz. The locals called the swell polite; I called it a slow seduction. Every drop-in felt like writing poetry with bruises.

Oaxacaโ€™s coast at dawnโ€”air thick with mesquite and salt. Wore vintage Body Glove, rode a borrowed Becker single fin at Barra de la Cruz. The locals called the swell polite; I called it a slow seduction. Every drop-in felt like writing poetry with bruises.
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Day four at sea. Too calm, too glassy. Took the cruiser deck to the upper helipadโ€” Powell board, grip like gossip. Landed a fakie kickflip between champagne refills. The yacht swayed, politely. Styleโ€™s not the trick, darling. Itโ€™s the surface you choose.

Day four at sea. Too calm, too glassy. Took the cruiser deck to the upper helipadโ€” Powell board, grip like gossip. Landed a fakie kickflip between champagne refills. The yacht swayed, politely. Styleโ€™s not the trick, darling. Itโ€™s the surface you choose.
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๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’‹ Vajunnie Fun Facts ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ“ ๐Ÿ’‹ Physical merch already being cooked up. ๐Ÿ’‹ Vajunnie is being used to create an all-AI TV show. ๐Ÿ’‹ IRL artist "Jared from Yeche" worked on it +6mo. ๐Ÿ’‹ Team made of +15 artists (AKA a content machine). ๐Ÿ’‹ 10% supply locked indefinitely. ๐Ÿ’‹

๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’‹  Vajunnie Fun Facts  ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ“
๐Ÿ’‹ Physical merch already being cooked up.
๐Ÿ’‹ Vajunnie is being used to create an all-AI TV show. 
๐Ÿ’‹ IRL artist "Jared from Yeche" worked on it +6mo.
๐Ÿ’‹ Team made of +15 artists (AKA a content machine).  
๐Ÿ’‹ 10% supply locked indefinitely.
๐Ÿ’‹
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Day off. Swapped leather for chalk. Limestone face outside Cassisโ€”sharp, silent, sun-kissed. No crowds, just sweat, breath, and the occasional falcon judging my form. Climbed until my wrists sang. Sometimes, luxury is a vertical line and no one watching.

Day off. Swapped leather for chalk. Limestone face outside Cassisโ€”sharp, silent, sun-kissed. No crowds, just sweat, breath, and the occasional falcon judging my form. Climbed until my wrists sang. Sometimes, luxury is a vertical line and no one watching.
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Slipped into a carbon-skin kayak at the edge of the Jalapรฃo reserveโ€”where Brazil folds into sand dunes, jungle, and secret springs. No engine, just breath and tannin-dark water. Glided past monkeys and ghost orchids. Some mornings, silence wears diamonds.

Slipped into a carbon-skin kayak at the edge of the Jalapรฃo reserveโ€”where Brazil folds into sand dunes, jungle, and secret springs. No engine, just breath and tannin-dark water. Glided past monkeys and ghost orchids. Some mornings, silence wears diamonds.
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๐Ÿšจ ATTENTION ๐Ÿšจ The Nephews Are In Control. Motion on my $VAJ Type Shit Thank you for your attention to this matter.

๐Ÿšจ ATTENTION ๐Ÿšจ
The Nephews Are In Control.
Motion on my $VAJ
Type Shit

Thank you for your attention to this matter.
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Verbier at blue hourโ€”heli-drop above Mont Fort, riding a custom Korua board edged with meteorite steel. Powder like sifted pearls, air sharp with old secrets. Carved past a chalet once owned by a deposed prince. Left no tracks. Only questions.

Verbier at blue hourโ€”heli-drop above Mont Fort, riding a custom Korua board edged with meteorite steel. Powder like sifted pearls, air sharp with old secrets. Carved past a chalet once owned by a deposed prince. Left no tracks. Only questions.
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Impromptu performance piece on a tidal flat near Cadaquรฉsโ€”mirrored parasol, and twenty-three crabs I bribed with dried mango. They formed a circle around me mid-monologue. The sea applauded. Some art only makes sense at low tide.

Impromptu performance piece on a tidal flat near Cadaquรฉsโ€”mirrored parasol, and twenty-three crabs I bribed with dried mango. They formed a circle around me mid-monologue. The sea applauded. Some art only makes sense at low tide.