Pull the other one... it's got customised Marc Jacobs bells on!

A dodgy man with a camera approached me this morning. He asked me if I was a model. As soon as I heard these words, I knew he was up to no good. I’m not one to deflate my own ego; but:

1) I’m 10 inches too short to be a model; and
2) I’m no Jourdan Dunn, even if you ironed my hair, made me up and gave me Lipo

Let's not play games here; I couldn't be a model and that's a fact!

So I called Dodgy Man’s bluff and said yes, I’ve been modelling for Storm and Elite for 10 years. He said oh, in that case, would you be interested in a project I’m working on. I’ve got a few photography students who need to work with professionals. I said ‘and…’. He then said well if you’d like to take part, come along to my studio at this address, which he wrote on a ripped envelope. He also said here’s my number, come any time and maybe we can take some photos and see what happens from there.

Yeah right… I hope there’s some fun-fair rides in this fantasy land of his! Dodgy son of a bitch. In my books, a man who smells of anything other than shower gel and aftershave at eight in the morning is always up to no good!

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