I haven't written about Caprice in a while. Mostly because I'd never heard of her before March. So there she is. Slithering around for attention by going out to dinner with her "husband". That's him walking three paces behind her. Carrying her bags. I hope she gives you a tip big guy, because she sure isn't going to have sex with you, you spineless shit for brains. She has someone else for that job.
