Now I've had the great privilege of meeting Desdemoana and she is everything you would expect. Here Moana is at the GAYVN Awards. It isn't clear if she was invited to the event, but believe me no one was gonna tell her she wasn't going in. The limo in the background doesn't seem to be hers, but she had just stepped out of it, according to reports. Now I know if you are seeing her for the first time, you are saying "god she has a big mouth and big lips," I know I was. She told me once that's how she made it to the top. I don't know if she was referring to her singing career, or others exploits, I'll leave that up to your imagination.
Another landmark conquered. Here she is ever so excited to be caught by the cameras. She swears she got lost trying to find a place with good cup of coffee and ended up at this place, but she widely disputes that she was out cruising in the middle of the day as many have reported. I don't know about you, but it seems a bit suspicious that Moana is wearing the same gown and tiara she had on the night before, and I know for a fact she didn't come back to the hotel after the awards ceremony and grand ball afterward.
In Paris, Desdemoana is always hounded by photographers, day and night. She finds that between the flashes from the cameras and the lights of the city, she has a hard time moving about, without wearing shades of some type to shield her tender eyes from the intensive glare. Moana has often tried to convince everyone in Paris to use less lightning. It isn't that she is an eco-Nazi, she just thinks her photos turn out better with low light.
Desdemoana has never been seen in Paris without a drink of some kind in hand. No one knows if this really makes her a lush or a bad role model, but no one is willing to confront her. The last person that did confront her, disappeared, but not before leaving a note saying he was moving to the Himalayas to get some air. The funny thing is, that I knew this person, and the handwriting on the note didn't seem to match his handwriting. The handwriting suspiciously looked like the scribble of someone else I know, but I won't name any names.