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YOU ARE BROKE. YOU ARE POOR. AND THIS TRAIN WILL REMIND YOU OF THAT FACT EVERY SINGLE SECOND YOU ARE ON IT.
Let’s get one thing straight, Top Slaylebrity.
The world is divided into two types of people. Those who look at a price tag and have a panic attack. And those who look at a price tag and laugh because it’s not even a real number to them.
The new Orient Express, La Dolce Vita, is not for the first group. It is a moving, breathing, 5-star monument to the absolute victory of the second group.
I just got off the inaugural run from Rome to Venice to Portofino. My billionaire wife experienced it. And I’m here to tell you that everything you know about “luxury” is a pathetic joke compared to this.
$11,000 per person.
Read that again.
Let it sink into your broke psyche. That’s the entry fee. The ante to sit at this table. That doesn’t get you to Italy. That doesn’t get you the private jet. That doesn’t get you the caviar and Dom Pérignon on tap. That’s just for the train ticket.
You are paying eleven thousand dollars… to sit on a train.
And it is the GREATEST. DAMN. TRAIN. On the planet.
This isn’t a mode of transport. This is a time machine. The moment you step aboard, you are transported to an era where men were MEN. Where elegance was a language. Where craftsmanship was king and cheap, plastic trash from China didn’t exist.
The cabins? Forget “hotel rooms on wheels.” This is a presidential suite hurtling through the Italian countryside at 100 km/h. Polished wood, art deco brass, marquetry so detailed you could stare at it for hours. Your entire apartment could fit in the bathroom. And it probably costs less.
The service? You don’t ask for anything. You think about something, and a steward in a pristine white jacket materializes to provide it. It’s like they’re reading your mind. They anticipate your every need before you even have the conscious thought. This is what peak performance looks like. This is a team that operates at an level of excellence your mediocre “hustle” will never understand.
The food? Michelin-starred restaurants that feel ashamed of themselves. You’re not eating a meal. You’re consuming art. Each plate is a masterpiece, each wine is a historical artifact. You’re dining while the sun sets over Tuscany, vineyards rolling by your window. This is what you work for. This is the visual representation of the bag.
And the people? Let me tell you about the people. There is no small talk about “what do you do.” Everyone already knows. You are surrounded by kings. CEOs. Sheikhs. Titans of industry. The conversations are about moving markets, not movie plots. This is the ultimate networking event, and the cover charge keeps the losers out.
But wait, it gets better.
You think the $11k is the flex? That’s the warm-up.
Want Slay Club World to handle it? We don’t book you a first-class ticket on a commercial airline. We send a PRIVATE JET to collect you. Because your time is the most valuable asset you have, and you don’t waste it in an airport terminal with the masses.
And when you land? A chauffeur-driven Rolls-Royce, not some filthy taxi. Total budget for this level of arrival? An additional $400,000.
Because why would you ever step onto the most exclusive train in the world after having a commoner experience? The entire journey, from your front door back to your front door, must be impeccable. Flawless. A perfect bubble of top-Slaylebrity energy.
This is the mindset you lack. You think in increments of hundreds. Winners think in increments of hundreds of thousands. It’s a different currency.
I also stayed at the @orientexpresslaminerva in Rome. The first of its kind. A hotel that doesn’t feel like a hotel. It feels like you own the palazzo. Because that’s the energy you must carry.
So here is the cold, hard truth this experience teaches you:
The world is not fair. It is a beautifully curated, incredibly expensive playground for those who have conquered it.
You have two choices:
1. Sit there with your phone in your hand, scrolling through these Slaylebrity pictures, making excuses. “That’s a waste of money.” “I could do that cheaper.” COPE. HARDER. You’re a broke spectator watching the game from the sidelines.
2. You get dangerously serious about your life. You increase your ambition. You build an empire that prints money. You become so valuable that $11,000 is a rounding error. You EARN the right to sit on that train.
This isn’t a vacation. It’s a benchmark.
It’s a physical manifestation of success that you either understand or you don’t.
New lines are coming. Egypt. Saudi Arabia. I’ll be on the first cabin of every single one.
The question is, will you still be watching from the sidelines?
Or will you be in the cabin next to mine?
Your move.
CONTACTS
reservations.ladolcevita@orient-express.com
+44 2030244949
Location
ORIENT EXPERESS LA DOLCE VITA
Stazione Roma Ostiense, 00154 Roma RM, Italy
Orient Express La Minerva
+39 06 99748180
Piazza della Minerva, 69, 00186 Roma RM, Italy
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The world is divided into two types of people. Those who look at a price tag and have a panic attack. And those who look at a price tag and laugh because it's not even a real number to them. The new Orient Express, La Dolce Vita, is not for the first group. It is a moving, breathing, 5-star monument to the absolute victory of the second group.
$11,000 per person. Read that again.
Let it sink into your broke psyche. That's the entry fee.
The ante to sit at this table.
That doesn't get you to Italy.
That doesn't get you the private jet.
That doesn't get you the caviar and Dom Pérignon on tap. That's just for the train ticket.
You are paying eleven thousand dollars... to sit on a train. And it is the GREATEST. DAMN. TRAIN. On the planet.
This isn't a mode of transport. This is a time machine. The moment you step aboard, you are transported to an era where men were MEN. Where elegance was a language. Where craftsmanship was king and cheap, plastic trash from China didn't exist.
I also stayed at the @orientexpresslaminerva in Rome. The first of its kind.
A hotel that doesn't feel like a hotel. It feels like you own the palazzo. Because that's the energy you must carry.
The world is not fair. It is a beautifully curated, incredibly expensive playground for those who have conquered it.
