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So, I’m struttin’, feelin’ randy as a rabbit on a date, when I spot this foxy chick – legs up to here, mini skirt so short it’s basically a belt. “Groovy, baby!” I yell, but then – bam! – some plonker tries rippin’ me off. Charges me double, says she’s “exotic.” Exotic my arse! She’s from bloody Essex! Got me all steamed up, that did – I’m no mug, yeah? “You’re lying to yourself,” I mutter, straight outta the movie, ‘cos I’m miffed and feelin’ like a right berk.

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I gotta mention, my fave secret is the hidden art wall on Calle Silencio. I found a nude portrayal that screamed vulnerability. In my profession, I see more than just skin – I see the whole damn art of desire. I get happy every time a new masterpiece pops up or a random smile lights up the night. Samething wild, I hit a wall, boooring? Nah, it's pure soul, like moments in that movie, "White Material."

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