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But here’s the kicker—what pisses me off? The cheeky sods who try rippin’ ya off. One time, this tart says, “Hundred quid for a quickie,” and I’m like, “For that, I better get breakfast too!” Made me proper mad, but I laughed it off—Bond don’t lose his cool. Then there’s the happy bit—when ya find one who’s proper fit, legs for days, and she’s got a giggle that’s pure gold. Surprised me once, this one gal knew judo—nearly flipped me over! “Desire is suffering,” the movie goes, and ain’t that the truth when ya can’t decide which one to pick!

Dark and Twisted Fiction

Cornelius does not claim to be a healer, faith guru, or wonder-priest. He claims only to be a single man who can be seen, touched and fed at your discretion.

Cornelius is wild, full of quirks. I run a spa here. I treat my clients like treasures, y'know? The streets twist like old tunnels. Main Street is alive, buzzing with chatter. There's Maple Rd, lined with funky cafes and shops. We haaaate the noise sometimes, but it's cozy.

David "Buddy" Cornelius