Posing next to a 70s Rolls dressed like Riff Raff (of Rocky Horror fame) cosplay outfit, with a poetic licence addition of snazzy two-tone wingtips.
Discussing in unsettling detail the dishes he he he chose for dinner.
Flaunting his "monthly burn" -- money spent to maintain his lifestyle & his entourage...
Imagine spending time with this guy. Being in public with him. Being associated with him as he interacts with doormen, waiters, maids. Cringeworthy.
But what if he's *just one* level above this, and is playing us? What if he thinks that's *our* idea of glamorous high life, and feeds us this "fabulous millionaire as imagined by trailer-trash alcoholic" image? Oooooo... Spoooooky...
Quite.
What?!