TNB. Except this was an actual africoon. Not an Americoon.

It's no secret that Cyrus has been publicly testing the waters of adulthood for the last few years—making dramatic displays like the bed-head Vanity Fair photos or the vaguely stripperish dance moves at Nickelodeon's Teen Choice Awards […]

I had been too profoundly disabused of life's dearest illusions ever again to allow of their sweet engrossment.

It was with feelings of no small astonishment, when the carriage drew up before the door with the red lamp, and the very legible inscription of ‘Sawyer, late Nockemorf,’ that Mr. Pickwick saw, on popping his head out of the coach window, the boy in the gray livery very busily employed in putting up the shutters—the which, being an unusual and an unbusinesslike proceeding at that hour of the morning, at once suggested to his mind two inferences: the one, that some good friend and patient of Mr. Bob Sawyer’s was dead; the other, that Mr. Bob Sawyer himself was bankrupt.