Hullo, wotcha, and an ay-up to everyone. No, I don’t really know what they mean, but from ye olde English writings, I understand the words were hot stuff yonder in London. And it felt mot juste to start off this account that way. Mot juste, FYI, was one of the...
“Guys do not get facials. If they do, they buy a fake moustache and beard, wear weally weally dark glasses, take four random cabs to four random places to lose any tails, and then proceed to a salon which has a reputation for secrecy. No. Guys do not get facials. Guys go to bars, belch the letters of the alphabet, crush beer cans and joke about women and the time they spend getting facials.”from - Saving Face - For Your Eyes Only, read the full article...
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