Hoping for a Helmut Newton-esque Easter where a scantily Bunny-clad Russian Model comes waltzing through my door and begins to feed me chocolate and wine while slowly undressing…
However this scenario is unlikely to occur, so I’ll settle for a cheeky lunch with my family of choice (friends), seeming that my ACTUAL family decided to leave me alone for Easter. Silly decision of theirs really…. The beer fridge is almost empty.
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