I’m the wine glass Rihanna illegally took from a restaurant and I’m no snitch!

At first I didn’t know what was happening. One minute I’m just living my life inside the Nobu in Hell’s Kitchen and the next thing I know I’m being whisked away to a new life filled with a posse, high fashion, and ignoring Drake’s texts. Never in a million years did I dream of a life outside of Nobu. I got quite used to the celebrity encounters and having the finest wines poured in me, but nothing has been the same since the day Rihanna carried me into those crazy Manhattan streets like an accessory. Fuck a bracelet, I’m the new bitch in town. With her there are no rules — we make our own and I won’t ever be the same.

Don’t be fooled though — this life is not easy. Day in and day out I’m bombarded by the paps and with questions about the bad gyal. At this point, everyone has seen the pictures of RiRi taking me into the studio — I’ve even been a topic on the Graham Norton show. The truth is that, yes, I was taken to the studio, but I would rather have a three-buck chuck dumped into me than reveal what I heard inside those soundproofed rooms. Everyone’s clamoring to know, “Rihanna, Rihanna, when’s the new album coming out? Rihanna, Rihanna, are you making new music?” but all I can say is good things come to those who wait. These mean streets of New York have taught me that snitches get stitches and I’m no snitch!